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Anniversary

By: DevilishCupcake



It was a warm spring afternoon a few puffy white clouds in the sky. They reminded her of days spent at the fair eating cotton candy. This was a special day for the two of them, they had been married now for a year. They had met and gotten married so suddenly that no one thought they would make it to the first year.

Well, so far they were very happy together. They had their fights of course, but mostly so that they could make up afterwards, she loved the making up part. It was early afternoon they were going to go for a ride today, they used to make this ride once a week when they were dating. She had other plans for this ride though, while they were dating this had been her parent's land, but after they got married her parents left it to them and moved to Florida. She has her suspicions that even with all her parent's said about the two of them not making it that they really believed they would. Otherwise why leave the land, but she could not get her folks to fess up to that thought.

The day so far had been a lazy one, they slept in and had spent a couple of hours already today showing each other how much they still wanted each other. She had the picnic baskets packed, with a few extra surprises, she had even gone so far as to tell all of their friends that today was their day. She had a party planned for tomorrow night, but today everyone was told to stay off the property. She chuckles to herself, thinking that someone will be in for a shock if they show up today on this ride, she has plans and her poor unsuspecting husband has not a clue. If he could have seen her face at that moment he would have been shocked, it was the most wickedly seductive grin that had ever graced her face.

She was generally a modest slightly shy woman, but today she was going to live out one of her fantasies, she just hoped her husband would go along with it. Being a lover of the outdoors she had always wanted to make love outside bathed in the gentle light and heat of the spring sun and today she was hoping to make that dream come true. She listens as the sounds in the barn settle hearing the gentle clopping of the horses hooves as her husband leads them out of the barn towards where she waits.

Her breath stops as she watches him slowly walk towards her, she still can't believe she got lucky enough to find him. He was beautiful, his well muscled body out lined perfectly by his close fitting jeans and T-shirt, the sun setting off golden highlights in his light brown hair. She gets turned on every time she looks at him, and giggles quietly wondering if that is normal after a year of marriage. She bends over slightly to grab the saddlebags that have all of the afternoon's supplies in them thinking to take them to him so they can get started on the ride eager to fulfill her fantasy.

He watches her face as he nears her, seeing the gentle smile and the look he could only remember seeing on her face as they lay spent in each others arms this morning and other times in the past. He smiles as he watches her thinking how blessed he was to find this woman. Her manner was generally easy going, but he knew the fiery temper that was hidden by that manner. It was one of the many things he loved about her. The ride today was one he hoped she would remember for along time, he knew about the fantasy she had about being outdoors in the sun, he thought she had forgotten telling him about it, but he hadn't forgotten and he planned to make this fantasy come true for her. He dropped the horses reins, ground tying them, and walked up behind her as she bent to get the saddlebags.

She felt his warm presence behind her a split second before his arms came around the front of her and pulled her to him, her grip on the saddle bags going lax. She leans back against him sighing softly as he places gentle kisses on the back of her neck. Her arms reach up and around to rub his neck and run her fingers through his hair. This action bringing his attention to her breasts he reaches his hands up higher to cup them gently, her quiet sigh of pleasure at his touch close to his ear. She wiggles her hips slightly rubbing her well rounded bottom against him, hearing the quicken of his breathing as she does. She turns in his arms her hard nipples brushing against him through the material of their clothes and kisses him deeply.

Then playing the part of the little tease quickly grabs the saddlebags and attaches them to the saddles. He is still standing with a slightly dazed look on his face as the mounts the horse and starts it trotting on its way. Her wicked playful laugh waking him from his momentary stupor, he races to his horse and starts off after her. He keeps his horse to a trot, even as she gallops ahead of him, thinking to give her a bit of a head start before he catches her and makes love to her in the little valley that has always been their favorite spot to picnic. He is enjoying the view of her galloping along, her hair flowing in the wind her movements matching those of the horse almost as if they were one animal.

Remembering all the times they have made love he realizes that she matches his movements in that fashion as well. She rounds the bend that hides their valley long before he reaches it, but he thinks she wants to make some sort of preparations there so he slows the horse down to a walk then decides to pick some wild flowers for her on the way to their valley. It had been awhile since he had been able to join her in a days ride and even longer since he had picked flowers for her so he hoped that the gesture would not be lost on her, reaffirming his commitment to their continued happiness.

She was starting to wonder if he had managed to fall off his horse, it was talking him an awful long time to join her. Just as she was considering putting her jeans back on and going to look for him he came into view. He stopped the horse dead still as he caught sight of her standing on the blanket in the center of the valley. Her sun kissed body almost glowing in the light, her slightly windblown hair framing her face picking up gold and copper highlights in the sun.

The color was still high in her cheeks and spreading, he loved to watch her blush, the color extending now to the tops of her breasts. The sight of her naked body stunning him for a moment, before trancelike he dismounted the horse and walked towards her. She was beautiful, her eyes sparkling in the sunlight, he could tell she was slightly nervous by the rapid breathing. His steps were slow and steady toward her, his clothing feeling constricting he begins removing it. He comes to stand before her, his clothes a forgotten trail from the horse to where she waits for him on the blanket.

In unison they reach for each other holding their naked bodies tightly together. Their hands roaming over the bodies they know so well, touching here, rubbing there, building the excitement between them. They move to lay on the blanket as their bodies begin trembling, not sure their knees will hold them much longer. Their hands continuing to touch and massage, rub and excite. The kiss they share is one of passion and knowing, both tender and fierce. He rolls on to her, breaking the kiss to look at her, her eyes heavy lidded with passion.

He lowers his head to gently nibble, suck and kiss her hard nipples, her gasps of pleasure and nails running firmly up and down his back arousing him further. She shifts her hips rubbing her moist heat against his arousal. His moan of pleasure at the contact felt against her nipple, as he sucks it farther into his mouth. Their hips begin rocking against one another, almost bringing him into the hot core of her. She wraps one legs around his body, just below his firm butt, the other wrapping farther up his back. Her ankle resting just below the back of his neck, her hips shifting until he is poised with his tip ready to gain entrance.

With her legs she brings his head down to hers for a deep kiss, while bringing him to fully rest inside her, gasping into his mouth in pleasure. He moans in reaction, his hips moving against her, his chest rubbing against hers, teasing her nipples.

Their bodies enflamed by each other's touch they move more quickly against each other. She meeting each of his powerful thrusts by pulling against him with her legs. Both of them in awe of the amount of arousal they can cause in the other in so short of a time. The sexual tension between them almost a physical thing, their bodies begin to tremble. Faster and harder they move together, their breathing hard, panting gulps of much needed air. The valley is filled with the sounds of their moaning.

As in most past times they head toward fulfillment on a wave together, very rarely does one go before the other, so well are they matched. Her half closed eyes open quickly as she realizes she is about to reach orgasm, her eyes meet his and she can see in them that he is very close also. Their speed is now frantic, both reaching for release, calling out to each other of their pleasure. Their bodies tense together, they both stop breathing as the wave washes over them, their bodies throbbing against each other.

They start breathing again still seeing the stars of fulfillment in each other's eyes. Her legs slowly slide from around his back and he rolls them over onto their sides. They look at each other in wonder as he pulls her in close to him. The kiss they share now is one of love and exhaustion, snuggling close together in the warm sunshine they drift off to sleep with the horses still quietly cropping grass in the background.

Anniversary



I am sitting at work waiting for quitting time. Tonight’s our anniversary and I cannot wait; I have been excited and wondering all day since you told me this morning that you had a surprise for me. It is almost time to go and the delivery guy comes in with a package for me. I open it and there is a note from you telling me to wear what’s in the box, follow the directions, and meet you as soon as possible. I run to the restroom and see that you have sent me a sexy short dress, no underwear, and heels. I change clothes then open the directions. There is a hotel key looking thing and an invitation. I cannot tell where I am supposed to go but knowing that you are there, I race through the streets following your directions. I reach the destination and look around. It is a large Victorian House in a nice neighborhood. I am confused until I see a discreet sign pointing to guest parking. I pull up and the valet opens the door. He smiles at me and asks for my invitation. I hand it over and he points me to the door and tells me to take the elevator to the 3rd floor, go to room 305, and use my key. He winks at me and tells me to enjoy my stay. I am now wondering what you have done. You have been rather elusive lately but yet with a sexy little smirk that tells me that dirty mind is cranking away. I feel a little shiver move through me at my own imaginings. 

I get to the door, take a deep breathe, and open the door. It is a wonderland of colors and tapestry. There are candles everywhere. You walk in and pull me in for a melt my bones kiss. You pick me up and carry me to the bed. You make love to me slowly. Afterwards, you lean over and ask me if I am ready for my surprise. I thought this was it and you chuckle and say not by a long shot. You look me deeply in the eyes and tell me to trust you that you would never make me do something that I did not want to do. I am excited now about what you have planned. You stand me up and walk me to the middle of the room. You take my arms and place them above me on a bar with soft silky ties. You tie my ankles too. I am now standing naked in the middle of the room standing spread-eagle. You lean over and play with me a bit then put the blindfold on. I am moaning form the anticipation. I feel you lick my nipple and take it into your mouth. You do the same to the other. You circle around me and I hear a noise that did not come from you. I can feel that someone else is in the room. You whisper in my ear to ask me if I was okay with everything so far. I nod, straining to listen for the other person. I gasp when I feel a mouth on each of my breasts. There is more than one other person in the room because you are still whispering in my ear about how much seeing someone else lapping at my breasts is turning you on. That you want to fuck me so bad while they suckle me. I know one is male cause of the mustache and I think the other is a woman just from the softness of the lips. You move a little and I feel someone else part my pussy lips and lick my clit. I am in shocked but not enough to stop. I would die if you stopped it now.

I remember telling you a long time ago that I would love to have multiple people making love to my body. You have finally made it happen. You describe to me what it is doing to you to see these three people worshiping my body. You tell me that you are going to move away and watch but all I had to do was say stop and it would.

I hear you sit down near by. I am just overwhelmed with the feelings these mouths are causing my body to have. I am close to weeping from the sheer excitement coursing through my body. Then suddenly there is a mouth kissing my ass. I moan because now I know there are at least 4 making love to me. I wonder if there is someone sucking you but you read my mind and tell me that this is all about me that you are content to watch me be pleasured.

They switch places and now I feel fingers slipping into my cunt. I can feel that it has to be two different people. The fingers are different sizes and coming in from different angles. Then someone licks my clit and I come undone. I cry out with my release but they keep sucking and rubbing. The bar above me moves and I am now bending forward. I feel someone’s cock rub against my clit from behind and then it slides in. It is huge. Larger than anything we have tried before. It stretches me to the point of pain but now I have someone sucking my clit and I don’t care about the pain. I just want another orgasm. Just before I cum again, you stop it all and have me lay down on the bed. I am untied but still blindfolded. You move away and let them start again. I know have a cock in each hand, a face in my pussy, and, oh my, a pussy on my face. I have never tasted another woman but I am so turned on I just have to eat her out. I am close again and they stop again. I moan in frustration and hear you chuckle.

They switch and I have a cock in my mouth, mouths on my breasts, and a cock pounding my pussy. I am in sensation overload by now. I get close again and you stop them. You come over, take the blindfold off, look at me with such passion, and impale me with you hard cock. You fuck me hard and fast. I can feel the hands and mouths of the women on us both. It drives it both over the edge. You turn me on my side, spoon me, and we watch together as the other 2 couples please each other. They leave once they are done but not without first showing their thanks by orally getting us both off. The women lap at your cock and sit on your face while the men lap my pussy and fuck my mouth.

I attack you as soon as they leave and fuck you for all I am worth. We roll over and just as I start to fall asleep. I hear a noise. I look up and there is a man leaving the room. I see that he was video taping our night and left the tape on the TV with a big bow. He looks at me, winks, flashes me his hard on, and leaves. I chuckle, burrow into your arms, and fall asleep.



Anniversary



It was a beautiful sunny Saturday morning when Jennifer awoke. It was all but normal; today was the first anniversary of when she met her one true love. She awoke as normal hoping to find Tom, her love, lying next to her. To her surprise Tom wasn’t there as he normally was. Curiosity struck her, so she began to make her way out of bed. As she started to pull the covers from the contours of her body, she heard her love coming up the stairs. She paused and awaited his return. 

Tom walked into the room, wearing see through boxers, leaving nothing for the imagination, and a tray. On the tray was a wonderful assortment of food. Tom walked towards Jennifer, laid the tray next to the bed on the nightstand. He then pulled the covers back over Jennifer’s sensual body, passionately kissing her. Speaking softly, he said, “Good morning my love.” Then lying the tray of food atop of her. It was French toast, eggs, a bowl of assorted fruit, a glass of orange juice, and a vase with a single yellow rose. She smiled gently and kissed him on his forehead. She lied there wondering what her sexy man had planned for the day. One thing was for sure; he was on the right track. 

Tom lay there next to her, watching her with every move she made. Tom told her that he had a big day planned for them and that he had to go prepare. He told her to be ready by 3:00; she nodded and kissed him as he headed out of the room.

Jennifer wondered what they would be doing that night. As she was walking around the house she found a brochure on a romantic getaway cabin. She smiled and thought to herself, this must be where we are going, Tom being such the hopeless romantic he was.

2:45 rolled around and Jennifer was finished getting ready. She was wearing a sexy strapless black dress that followed the curves of her body exposing her succulent breasts. Under her dress she was wearing skimpy lingerie as a surprise after whatever Tom had in mind.

Tom walked through the door dressed in a three-piece suit. It was a dark navy blue suit that seemed to conform to his body. When Tom walked through the door his eyes widened with passion as he looked at Jennifer. Tom smiled and gently kissed her soft moist lips. 

Tom grabbed Jennifer's hand and led her out to the car. They headed off to a romantic restaurant, where they ate to their heart's content. Staring into each other’s eyes the whole time, with songs of love in the air. After the meal, Tom led her back out to the car. They headed out onto the road. Jennifer started to get drowsy, not knowing why, for she wasn't tired. Her eyes started to get heavier and heavier, until poof, she was off into dreamland.

Jennifer awoke, startled and scared. She was naked and in a dark room with only but a dim red light, that seemed off in a distance. She started to breathe heavily and a tear ran down her eye. She couldn't move at all, it seemed she had been tied to a bed in the kneeling position. Her hands were tied to what was probably the headboard. Her feet were tied to what she could only guess as the footboard. And there were ties at the joint of her knees, pulling her legs forward away from her feet.

Then she heard something breathing in the room with her. She screamed out, "who's there?" There was no answer. The next thing she heard was a SMACK! It was the sound of a paddle striking her ass with much force. She let out a load scream and tears started to roll down her face. Again came a loud smack as a paddle came cracking against her already burning ass. She felt someone climb on the bed next to her and a comforting voice said, "don't be scared." A sigh of relief came over her as the pain sailed through her body.

There was then a moment of silence as Jennifer waited what was going to happen next. Then once again, the crack of the paddle on her red-hot burning ass, she cried out with screams and moans. Again there was a moment of silence and then the feeling of movement on the bed again. There was then a startling feeling of cold wet ice on her hot ass. It was painful and soothing at the same time. The cold wet ice cube started to melt from the heat of her beaten ass. Rubbing it back and forth letting the cold water roll down her plump ass and onto her pussy. Jennifer moaned in pleasure and pain. 

She then felt finger rubbing up against her pussy and her moist clit. Massaging her clit and rubbing his fingers back and forth, back and forth. Once again there was silence and no movement. She didn't know what to expect next. Then she jumped forward as she felt a hard bulging cock, thrust into her hot wet pussy. Moaning with pleasure he began to move faster and faster, thrusting harder with each stroke. Slapping her ass, making her moan with pleasure. Feeling the heat from her ass with every stroke.

Thrusting faster and faster, he pulled his bulging slippery cock out of her wet pussy and then slammed it back into her. Jennifer moaned again and again. He then pulled his large hard cock out of her again and there was a moment of silence. And then with no warning, he slid it into her tight ass, making Jennifer scream. Then slowly moving his hard cock in and out listening to the moans of pleasure come from Jennifer. He began to pick up the pace, thrusting harder, making the moans louder and louder. Jennifer began to beg for more. He started to move faster and harder, Jennifer begging him to cum inside of her burning tight ass.

He then pulled his massive cock out of Jennifer's burning red ass and rubbed his cock back and forth across her ass. Then thrusting it back into her ass. Jennifer gasping and moaning, he slapped her ass with all of his might, making her asshole tighten around his bulging hard cock. Bringing him almost to the point. She started the scream, "fill my ass with your cum!" Thrusting harder and harder, he began to shiver and quake as he launched his load into her tight burning ass. Jennifer moaning with great pleasure.

Then leaning forward over her with his manhood still inside of her he whispered in her ear, "I love you.” 



Anniversary



Chapter 1

Our 15th anniversary was coming up and I wanted to make it special for my husband. I thought about several different ideas as gifts ranging from the tame (a week long vacation in the mountains) to the wild (offering myself as his slave for the weekend). The problem with these is that at one point or another during our marriage I had already given him these things. Over the years we had done just about everything sexually a man and a woman can do together, and I was very happy with our bedroom performance. He only had one fantasy I hadn’t performed for him, so when it came time to do something special, I decided to fulfill this fantasy…. I decided to cuckold him!

I first learned of Brads’ fantasy during our third year of marriage. We had just found out that I was pregnant with our first daughter and had celebrated with a quickie in the kitchen. We were cleaning ourselves up when Brad said, “I guess I’ll have to watch you pretty close for the next few months. Since I knocked you up, there’s no telling who you might try to seduce, now that there’s no chance that you’ll get pregnant by another lover.” I was shocked and a little hurt. I had never even considered cheating on him! One look at his face told me he was only teasing, so I decided to tease back and replied, “What makes you so sure you’re the one that knocked me up?” I asked with a grin. His face made a surprised ‘O’ and his cock became rock hard. Within seconds we were screwing all over again. 

For the next few years it was a fantasy we used over and over again to turn ourselves on. I would create a story about some man using me, and how much I loved it. For example, I would mention how I almost got a speeding ticket, but was let off with a warning after I gave the cop a blowjob. Or how I had to let the car mechanic fuck me in the ass in order to get the needed repairs done on the minivan. Over the years I learned what Brad liked most in these stories; 1) he liked the man or men to be forceful and have big dicks, 2) he enjoyed hearing how I acted the part of complete slut and loved every second of it, and 3) he went crazy when I told him how much bigger their cocks were than his and what better lovers they were.

All of these stories were fantasies, and I was happy to keep them that way. But one day, after a particularly smutty story involving two hitchhikers and me, Brad told me he wouldn’t mind if I did go out and get laid by a new man. At first I thought he was kidding, but he insisted it would be ok as long as I told him all about it afterwards. I told him he’d better be careful what he wished for or I just might someday. He repeated, “Just so long as you told me about it later.”

I chalked it up to fantasy talk, but over the next few years’ my fucking other men became the focus of our fantasy life together, until I finally understood that he really wanted me to do it! 

That’s how I came up with my gift idea for our anniversary. The problem was I had no idea how to start. Who should I fuck? It couldn’t be anyone we knew, or I’d be too embarrassed. Where would I meet him? I hadn’t been involved in the singles scene for over 15 years! Lastly, how would I prove it? After almost a decade of stories involving me as the star slut, how could I prove to Brad that I had finally done it?

The only good news was I had a little over three weeks to come up with a plan and for at least 4 days before our anniversary Brad would be out of town on business. 



Chapter 2.

Monday morning started just like any Monday at our house… kids rushing to get ready for school, Brad late for work and myself trying to organize this three-ring circus. By 9:15 however, I had the house to myself. I started to put my plan to cheat on my husband into action.

First I took a long hot bath with the scented oils Brad had gotten me for Christmas so I would smell sexy throughout the day. Then I put my makeup on a little heavy because it made me look sluttier. Then I picked out my outfit for the day. I decided on a black skirt that came to mid-thigh and was slit up the side with a black silk blouse covered with a gray bolero jacket. Underneath I wore my black demi-cup push-up bra and a black g-string with a garter-belt and thigh-high stockings. For shoes I wore a pair of black pumps with 4-inch heels. I checked my look in the mirror and decided I looked like the ‘office slut’, just what I wanted.

I was out the door by quarter of 11. I caught the train into the city and took a cab to an area of the city that was known for its adult entertainment. I had always heard how seedy this part of town was, but I was amazed by what I saw. Prostitutes working the streets in broad daylight! Bookstores that sold every kind of adult toy imaginable from dildos to leather handcuffs! Clubs that openly advertised nude ‘massages’! I was in total awe. I didn’t know where to go first, I wandered down the street a little bit and stepped into a bar to collect my thoughts and figure out my next move. 

The only person in the bar was the barmaid. She looked about 25 with a nice set of large perky tits. I knew her tits were perky because the only thing she was wearing was a pair of daisy-duke cut-offs and a string bikini top, complemented by a pair of red ankle strap 6-inch heels. 

“What’ll it be sweetie?” she asked me, with a smile.

I asked for a Martini. While she made it she asked if I was looking for something special. Since I wasn’t sure who I was looking for and didn’t know what I was going to do next, I just blurted my whole story out. Instead of being shocked by my story she told me that she knew just the guy for me. “You’ll love him!” she said, “He’s big and strong and he really knows how to work his dick.” 

Before I could say anything she was calling for someone named Jerry. I was shocked when a huge black man walked into the room. He was at least six and a half feet tall and looked like a recently retired athlete. The bartender introduced us and then asked Jerry to show me the upstairs. He looked me over and smirked. “Why don’t you come with me?” he said. It sounded more like an order than a request. I stood up without hesitation, and followed him to the second floor.

He led me down a dimly lit hallway to a small bedroom and gently led me inside. He closed the door behind us and grinned at me. “Well, aren’t we eager”, he said.

“I just wanna get laid”, I replied somewhat weakly.

“Bullshit. I bet the thought of a big black man plowing your pussy has made you so wet a man could drown down there.” he said with a snort.

He was right. Ever since I’d first laid eyes on him, I had been getting wetter and wetter. The naughtiness of what I was about to do combined with the dark good looks of Jerry had started my juices flowing to the point that I was becoming afraid that it was going to start running down my thighs.

I tried to kiss him, but he pushed me away. “If you wanna be a slut, you’re gonna have to act the part.” he grinned. “First take your clothes off.” I was nude in seconds (except for my stockings, he stopped me before I could get them off because he said it made me look trampier.) “Now take my cock out, without using your hands.” I pressed my face into the crotch of his jeans and inhaled his musky odor. I unzipped the fly and had begun to work on his button, when he said, “Use your hand to play with your cunt.” I quickly inserted my ring finger into my pussy, enjoying the submissiveness of my new relationship. 

When the button of his jeans popped open, I was overjoyed to see he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His cock was already half-hard and I could tell it was going to be bigger than Brads’. Even before he spoke I knew what to do. By the time he ordered me to “Suck it.” I’d already had the head on my lips.

I started to ease his tool into my mouth when I felt his hands on the back of my head, “Suck it like a slut, you dumb bitch!” he shouted. Instead of being pissed, I got more excited. I was really enjoying being treated like a whore. I was in a strange room, wearing only a pair of thigh-high stockings, with the cock of a black man that I’d only just met, filling my mouth. The sluttiness of it made me orgasm.

This made Jerry laugh. “You are a cum slut. As soon I saw you I knew you’d be a cock hound. I’m gonna enjoy breaking you in.” he chuckled. That idea almost made me cum again. 

After a few minutes of me trying to drain his balls, he pulled my head back and said “All right bitch, time for some pussy!” With out any apparent effort on his part he managed to flip me around and bend me over. I could feel the tip of his cock rubbing up and down my slit. “What do you want, bitch?” he asked.

“I want it inside me…fast.” I replied.

“Well then I guess you’d better beg for it slut.”

At first I didn’t know what to say, but then I remembered three things: 1) How turned on Brad got when I acted like a complete slut, 2) How much Jerry enjoyed hearing me degrade myself, and 3) How quickly I’d cum when I had been treated like a whore while sucking Jerry’s dick.

“Oh, please fuck me!” I cried, “Ram my pussy with your magnificent tool! Show this me what it feels like to fucked by a real man! Do anything you want to me. Fill my hole with your jizz. Just FUCK ME!”

Suddenly I felt his cock slam into me. My pussy stretched to accommodate his thick tool. I’d never felt so full. Every time he thrust forward his cock touched parts of my cunt that Brad would never be able to reach. I came in less than a minute.

“That’s right, bitch!” Jerry laughed, “I’ll bet you never had it this good! I’ll bet your little white hubby can’t fuck you this good! Have you ever been fucked this good? Answer me, bitch!”

My mouth worked before my brain had time to react. “You’re the best!” I screamed, “Your cock is fantastic. I love it! Nobody has ever fucked me this good! My husband could NEVER fuck me like this. Pound my twat! Show my slutty ass what it feels like to be fucked by a real man.” I may have said more, but just then I came for the third time. 

As I came down from my orgasm, I began to feel his cock swell inside me. “Ready, bitch?” he yelled moments before he bathed my pussy with his cum. I never had so much jizz in me before. There was so much that overflowed out of me and began to run down my thighs.

Jerry zipped up his pants and headed out the door. He picked my bra and g-string. “You can have these back next time, slut,” he said over his shoulder. I smiled, ‘No’ I thought, ‘He can keep’em. This was a one-time thing. Just a treat for my husband.’

I put the rest of my clothes on and went back down stairs to the bar. I thanked the barmaid for her help as I was leaving. “Anytime, honey. See you soon.” She replied. I just smiled. I knew I wouldn’t be back; I was a married woman.

I returned home and threw my clothes into the washer. The stockings had absorbed most of the cum on my thighs, but I had still managed to get some on my skirt and blouse. I examined myself in the full-length mirror in the bathroom. There was dried cum on my thighs and in my bush and my ass was a little red from the pounding it took, but otherwise I was none the worse for wear.

I quickly jumped in the shower and scrubbed myself clean. Then I slipped into some ordinary clothes and resumed my role as a housewife by starting dinner. I would have a house full of 3 hungry children and one recently cuckolded husband soon. 

It wasn’t until I was washing the lettuce for the salad that I realized my mistake. I had no proof. I had washed away all the evidence. When I told Brad about my adventure today I wouldn’t be able to prove it! Brad would just think I was making up another story for him, just like the hundreds of others I have made up over the years. He would never believe my story!

There was only one solution. I smiled to myself as I admitted that Jerry and the barmaid were right, I was going to have to go back.



Anniversary



A story by Dee 

Laying back.......eyes covered.......hands cuffed to the head of the bed...I found myself when I woke...............it was my wedding anniversary.

Steve had promised me something special, and as I lay there blindfolded trying to figure out what was going on, I knew it was something erotic!

I gasped as I felt it. Something very warm was being dripped on to my body. I smelled it. Honey. Warm honey. Drip, drip, drip it went......all over my breasts, ribs, stomach and legs...then finally my pussy.

Eventually, I was covered in the gorgeous warm sticky liquid. It stopped. Suddenly.  Alone again, I strained to hear a sound that would give me a clue. Nothing.  Suddenly.............a hand, starting at my toes it snaked its way along my leg. The sticky honey was being massaged in to my body by this hand. Just as suddenly, I felt another hand. This one had a different feeling...rougher than the first. I shook with anticipation though when I felt the third and fourth hands rubbing the sticky liquid into my body.  Who was it? Why were they here? The hands kept moving across my body smothering me with honey. My breasts were tingling as the person with the rougher hands massages them firmly. Person number two was working his way down my legs. His hands were rubbing the honey into my calf muscles tenderly, and it felt gooooood! Just as I thought it couldn't get any better, another set of hands began working on my inside thighs. Now there were three sets of hands massaging me. 

As I lay there bound and blindfolded, a finger slowly and ever so sexily inserted itself into my now hungry and wet pussy. It felt small but warm, and I delighted in the way it slowly pumped its way in and out. I pushed towards it with all my might, my effort rewarded with a further finger slowly pushed in and this time pushed ALL the way in. I felt delightfully full as my attention shifted to the second set of fingers beginning to press into the crease of my bottom underneath me. 

The guy knew what he was doing because he rapidly flicked the puckered opening of my ass as he began to excite me anally. The dual sensation of being finger fucked in my pussy and invaded in my ass was having a wild effect on me.

The honey and the other four hands were driving me crazy and I know that I was beginning to sweat under the heat of it all. This was rapidly becoming one of the most erotic foreplay sessions I had ever encountered, and I could not see any of it because I was blindfolded.

My orgasm started its journey from deep inside and the men who were playing with me knew it. As I started to breathe sharply I wondered which set of ands was my husbands. I did not stop to think long, because right at that moment the combination of two fingers pumping my pussy, a finger deep fucking my ass, two hands on my thighs and the two hands sexually mauling my breasts sent me over the edge into the convulsions only a female orgasm can produce. 

Those of you who know me well know that when I cum I tend to buck and convulse before pushing down HARD on whatever is inside me. On this occasion it was the fingers fucking my pussy and ass, and I felt totally full as I slammed my thrashing body down upon the fingers fucking me.  

As I lay there and recovered from the orgasm, I again started to wonder who was who in the room with me. I decided I would try and find out. I was still bound and blindfolded, but my mouth was free, and so I opened it and stuck out my tongue. 

"AAArrhhhh" I moaned, indicating to whoever was in the room with me that I wanted to suck their cocks. 

It didn't take long for the people in the room to get the message. Within seconds a hand gently cradled my head and a hard piece of cock pushed it's way past my hungry lips. This was definitely not my husband Steve. This cock was too thin. It was hard, and very veiny, and I could taste the pre-cum forming o its tip, but Steve's cock was fatter than this one. I sucked a little longer, the moved my head to the other side, awaiting the next insertion. This cock was fatter. I also knew the landscape of it's shaft and head and recognised it instantly as Steve's wonderful woman pleaser.  He has a fat cock that really fits snugly into my pussy. It hurts a little for anal at the start, but I wouldn't swap it's width for the world. Just as I was getting into sucking my husband in front of the other two people I knew were in the room, he pulled his cock out of my mouth. My tongue was poking out and searched desperately for another cock to suck. I was really horny now and wanted to suck a cock badly. I thrashed a little and tilted my head again to the other side. 

Suddenly two hands gripped my head firmly. I opened my mouth wide, expecting a cock to poke its way in there any second. Instead, and much to my surprise, a woman's bald clitoris hit my tongue and I started with the difference. It felt smooth on my tongue, and being a bisexual woman, I licked and suckled it nicely until it started to grow and swell in my mouth. Once fat, I continued to lash it like I loved having my own clit licked. I knew she was enjoying it because she was moaning loudly. Not only that, but I could hear the moans of the two men in the room who were obviously watching this woman fuck my face.

As she approached her orgasm, I continued to lash it, and suddenly was rewarded with a squirt of juice directly into my mouth from her watering pussy. I lapped at it until her spasms subsided and she gently kissed me on the lips in thanks. I remained blindfolded and cuffed to the bed, and wondered what was next in store for me as the sexual delights of the evening continued.  

I now needed to be fucked really badly. I had the urge to feel that incredible feeling of fullness only a warm cock can provide. I started to yell out for someone to fuck me, when suddenly my mouth was again filled with cock. Sharply this time the guy pushed his erection into my mouth. It was skinny dick. Just as i was relaxing my throat muscles to take him all the way down, a fat cock entered my wet pussy. It was Steve. he was fucking me as I was sucking the skinny cock.  The three of us got into a really nice pistoning rhythm of cuking action. Just as I felt the cock inside my pussy go out, the one in my mouth pushed deep in my throat. On and on we went for about ten minutes, with orgasms building slowly in each of us. As I began to squeeze my thighs on my hubby's cock, I felt warm breath near my clit. It was the woman I presume, as I was still blindfolded. The darkness was heightening the sensation of being fucked, sucking a cock and being breathed on all at once. The hot breath turned to a slippery warm tongue lashing my clit this time, and combined with the fact that a nice fat cock was sliding in and out of my pussy as I sucked another, the feeling was heavenly. 

I crashed into a huge orgasm and must have almost broken the neck of the woman licking my pussy. I quivered and shook until I almost passed out from the intensity. Steve was really hammering into me by this time, and with every thrust of his cock I could feel my cervix parting slightly to accommodate the thrusting cockhead. Without any warning the skinny guy came in my mouth and jammed his dick really far down my throat. I gulped and tried my best to swallow his load, but a few drips escaped onto my chin. The sight of me gulping another mans cum and spilling some on my face was too much for Steve, and he pulled out and fired hot jets of cum all over my tits and face, until I was a cum soaked mess. I lapped at his cock head and then sexily scooped all the cum off my tits and slowly licked my fingers clean, looking him in the eye as I did so.

When I awoke I was still blindfolded, but the cuffs were gone. So were the woman and the man who had fucked me. Steve was asleep with a big smile on his face.



Anniversary



Wonder Woman, Drucilla, and Supergirl were lolling drowsily in the sunroom of Geek Castle in the remote Scottish Highlands, relaxing after the delicious breakfast Wonder Woman had prepared. The three women had made short work of a mountain of waffles and strawberry syrup served with pounds of yummy cream cheese, several platters of bacon, and a pitcher of freshly-squeezed orange juice spiced just right with several slugs of Absolute. Supergirl had washed and dried the dishes and tidied up the modern, spacious kitchen that the women had insisted be installed.

Needless to say, with such appetites, our friends had put on a few pounds since they were working in comic books, but that's the way The Geek liked his women. Supergirl was certainly looking more womanly now. Her pinched waist had thickened, but her bust and hips had spread to more than compensate. Her size eight figure really looked good squeezed into a size four mini. The tits were still not as large as The Geek preferred, but all things come to those who wait. GSS (Geek's Super Slut) was tattooed discreetly on each cheek of her eye-popping arse.

Wonder Woman, on the other hand, was already pretty close to her master's ideal, so he merely had her ditch the Lycra tights for a slinky, ever-changing collection of teddies and camisoles flown in weekly from Frederick's of Hollywood. Though she pleaded with him to let her wear sexy high heels like Supergirl, The Geek insisted Wonder Woman remain in the kitchen barefoot. As a concession, he let her get the clitty ring.

Dru had "improved" the most. The skinny teen, though shorter than Supergirl, had plumped up rather nicely and now sported a set of honkers to rival her big sister's. The tired but happy youngster was sitting right now on the couch in her torn pajama gazing vacantly out over the heath. Last night had been her turn with The Geek. She had gotten very little sleep, from the looks of her hair and makeup. Only one of her sandals had survived the ordeal.

"Do you know what day it is today?" asked Wonder Woman dreamily to no one in particular.

"Thursday?" yawned Supergirl. "No, wait! Saturday?"

"No, I mean the date. It's a special date. Can't you guess? What about you, Drucilla?"

"Don't tease her, Diana. You know how out of it YOU are when you've spent the night with The Geek getting your lights fucked out. She'll be non-comp 'til noon."

"OK, so you tell me," Wonder Woman insisted.

"Sean Connery's birthday? How the Hell should I know? We don't get any news up here. All The Geek lets us to watch on the telly is porno flicks," the Maid of Steel replied, a little annoyed at having her daydreams of her next tryst with The Geek interrupted.

"Think, Supergirl. It was just a year ago last night that we met The Geek."

"No! Gosh, I guess you're right," Supergirl said incredulously. "So much has happened since then. Can you believe that a year ago we were trying to capture HIM?"

"Yeah, but he captured US," Drucilla giggled. "I still get goosebumps thinking about the way he subdued us with the Libido -Ray. It made me soooo horny."

"If I'd known what a good fuck he was, I would have let him capture me long before that," Wonder Woman growled.

"You can say that again," Drucilla sighed. "I think he did me five times last night. My pussy is still leaking cum."

"That was some wild first night, eh?" Supergirl reminisced. "For all the villains that had captured me, and tied me up, and fucked me silly, I had never been orgasmed like that. I mean, having those six androids all dressed up like Superman was too much. 'Course, the cherry Kryptonite he slipped me may have had something to so with it, but I was cumming like a freight train just to look at those big blue machines. When they finished with me, I couldn't get enough cock."

"Well, of course not, honey. The others were just ordinary villains getting their jollies from fucking an over-endowed superheroine. The Geek is a genius that used our need for sex to turn us into slave sluts. I had resisted no telling how many attempts to make me come, but a couple of hours in his Hypno-Climaxorium and I was one silly multi-orgasmic cockhound," Wonder Woman related, as if Supergirl and Drucilla didn't already know.

"What about me? I was a virgin, not counting those Nazis!" Drucilla giggled. "The Geek re-deflowered me himself. Now I'm such little fucktoy!"

"The Geek's fucktoy!" Supergirl sighed. "It makes my pussy wet just to think about it!"

"He sure wasn't toying last night!" Drucilla grinned, risking the jealousy of her friends. It was considered bad form to say too much about what went on in The Geek's bedchambers, as it could only make the others frustrated, knowing it might be more than twenty four hours before they would be able to get fucked again.

"Oh?" Supergirl bit.

Drucilla's voice dropped into a conspiratorial whisper. "He chlor-orgasm-formed me!"

"Get outta here!" Wonder Woman exclaimed.

"He did, too! Held the soaked rag over my nose and mouth and rubbed my clitty to make me inhale the vapors until I passed out and everything!" the excited teenager gushed.

"Shit, I pass out when he plays with my clitty even without the chlor-orgasm-form," Supergirl interjected, trying to even the score.

"And when consciousness slowly seeped back into my drugged brain ...." Drucilla ignored Supergirl and paused dramatically.

"You don't mean ...?" Wonder Woman asked, unable to conceal the envy in her voice.

"Yup! I was TIED UP! He had stripped me naked, except for my high heels of course. My arms were bound to the bedposts with silk scarves and my legs were splayed ever so obscenely. Of course I was squirming and making a mess on the sheets just from feeling so helpless and vulnerable. The Geek was standing over me, grinning, rubbing his huge cock, and telling me he was going to ram it in my pretty little pussy and fuck me until I couldn't think straight."

"You haven't thought straight in a year, my dear," Supergirl sniffed.

"None of us have," Wonder Woman sighed, a soft spacy expression on her face.

"I know, but it was still heavenly. First he got between my legs, even took off his glasses, and started licking my ..."

"Oh, shut up, Sis! You're making us horny" Wonder Woman wailed.

"HorniER" corrected Supergirl.

"Shit, he hasn't tied me down to fuck me in months," complained Wonder Woman. "How come SHE gets so lucky?"

"Maybe if you didn't POUNCE on the poor boy as soon as you see him, he would be more imaginative with you," Supergirl remarked, a little cattily. "He may be a criminal genius, but he's still a eighteen-year old. You get on top of him, cram his prick up in your cunt, and start fucking him so fast he hardly has time to think before you have him shooting you full of jism."

"Well, if it's not Miss Romance herself, giving lessons!" Wonder Woman snapped back. "And I suppose YOU think crawling to him across the floor on your hands and knees at super speed, burning off his jeans with your X-ray vision so you can suck his cock is any better? Hell, I've seen you with a mouthful of cum seconds from the time you lay eyes on him. Talk about over eager!" Wonder Woman's voice dripped venom.

"I'll suck Geekie's cock any Goddamn way I want to, you bitch!" Supergirl snarled.

"Sis, Supergirl! Please! Calm down! This was my fault. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said what I did," Drucilla put in, conciliatorily. "I know, you're horny from hours and hours without a fuck, but we love each other and The Geek too much to fight, OK?"

"Oh, you're right, Drucilla," Supergirl agreed. "We have nothing to complain about. The Geek is very fair about fucking us equally. And we have his cyborgs, the androids, and the Orgasmatron to use as much as we want. In fact, one of the lady 'droids is getting pretty darned good at cunnilingus, but I'm not telling which," Supergirl continued, smugly.

"He created a new trans-genetic Vine-Snake with dozens of tentacles and sexy proboscises just for ME." Wonder Woman announced proudly.

"And we've got each other," Dru, said shyly, taking Supergirl in her arms and kissing her as her hands found their way to the former superheroine's breasts.

"Oh, Drucilla, honey, that feels so good," Supergirl moaned, slipping back on the couch and pulling Dru close to allow her little friend easier access to her tits.

"Seeing those two get it on makes me sooooo horny," Wonder Woman sighed as she reached for a handy vibrator and hurriedly inserted it into her dripping pussy.

"I love being her like this with you, baby," Dru murmured, moving her mouth from one of Supergirl's engorged nipples to the other. "I feel so safe and warm here in your arms, nursing the sweet milk from your hard, round tits ..."

"Milk! Baby! Nursing! Oh my God! I almost forgot!" Supergirl exclaimed, suddenly sitting upright. "I've got to get back to my babies. Three two-month-old boys get hungry very fast."

"Fuck it, you're right!" Wonder Woman almost shouted, jerking out the cum-coated vibrator. "What was I thinking? Steven, Sthepin, Estevan, and Stefano will be starving!"

"Oops! I'd better go, too," Drucilla added, licking the last drop of milk from her lips. "I left Demeter and Proserpine in the care of two cyborg women with breasts full of formula last night, but by now my little angels will be wanting some real milk from their real mommy"

The three ex-superheroines made dashes for their respective wings of the vast castle, but just before each woman left, she could not resist stopping and turning around to drop her bomb. As if in a Geek  chorus, each paused and said, "By the way, girls, I though I'd tell you."

The three heroines paused and looked at each other, puzzled that they were speaking in unison, but then each shrugged and continued her announcement with squeaky excitement. 

"I'm PREGNANT!"

The End

Comments, please, to: Homer Vargas



Anniversary



My wife and I had plans for our anniversary for months, and our long time friends Tim and Jessica were coming down to help us celebrate.

We have been married now for almost twelve years, and although our relationship was not really in a rut, we had decided to add some excitement to our sex lives. My wife Samantha felt secure enough with Tim and Jessica to consider “playing around” with them. We haven’t really approached the idea with them yet, but as they were flying down to celebrate our anniversary with us, we decided this would be the perfect time. We acquired a hotel room with an adjoining door, right next to the room they were staying in, we had plenty of thoughts going through our minds. 

Wanting to make the weekend special and since we had time, we stopped by the liquor store and picked up a few bottles of wine to put on ice back at the hotel. We arrived at the airport to meet their flight, and were greeted by our first surprise of the weekend. Tim had arrived alone.

“Hey! Where’s Jessica?” my wife asked as she walked up and gave Tim a hug.

“She had to work late, she had a deadline that needed immediate attention” Tim said as he walked over and shook my hand. “She will try to catch an early flight tomorrow morning”

We talked more as we walked, got the luggage , and drove back to the hotel. 

From there, it was out to party! 

Samantha and I had decided to go ahead and have our fun, even though Jessica wasn’t going to be there. Besides, if everything went along well, we could always repeat it the next day.

We had a big dinner, and then proceeded to jump from bar to club to bar for the entire night.

Samantha was really excited for the evening to being, she bought this hot little dress just for the occasion. It was this short above the knee black dress that had spaghetti straps to best show off the shoulders and neck, then it came to an upside down V in the front of the skirt. Every time she took a step you could catch a glimpse of her inner thigh. At the first club, Tim and I took turns dancing with Samantha, and continued that pattern throughout the night, with a lot of drinking in between. I knew that the more alcohol she drank the more bold and daring she would get. During one dance, Samantha turned around and ground her ass into Tim slightly while they danced, which he took in stride. He was very surprised a little later when she boldly ran her hand over his crotch. He immediately looked over to where I was, which was my cue to look elsewhere and pay no attention. Tim said, “What if Steve sees us.” Samantha’s reply was “Don’t worry about Steve, he’s cool with it. We’ve come to an understanding in our relationship.” I knew he was getting into it finally, when during a slow dance, he turned Samantha away from where I was sitting, and ran his hands over her ass, grabbing her by her hips and holding her firmly to him as they danced on the floor. You could tell he was getting horny because he kept touching her every chance he could get, kissing her on her neck right below her ear. The last club we were at was only around the corner from the hotel rooms we had, so we decided to call it a night. There was lots of giggling and accidental rubbing as we made it to our room doors, where Tim said goodnight, and gave Samantha a light kiss on the lips as we parted. We entered the room, and then knocked on the door that connected our rooms. Tim opened up the door with a laugh, where we told him to sleep in tomorrow, as we were planning to. He agreed that would be good as Jessica’s flight didn’t come in until 11:30am and it was only 15 minute drive from where we were and he walked back towards his bed as Samantha closed the door, but didn’t re-lock it.

Samantha and I fell on to the bed and started kissing deeply. Her tongue darting in and out, twisting with mine, nipping at my lips, I could tell she was more then ready for sex. As we stripped each others clothes off our bodies, kissing and touching every exposed skin that came into view. Her hand closed firmly around my cock as I was removing her panties . Samantha started to moan lightly when I uncovered her mound, I could feel her wetness on the cloth, the heat of her was enough to send any man over the edge. Her hand was slowly sliding up and down my shaft with her eagerness when I stopped her before it was too late and said, “Are you still up to doing something new?” It didn’t take long for her reply, “What did you have in mind?” I preceded to tell her how it was my fantasy to watch her give head to another man. She surprised me and immediately agreed to it.

My grin must have been answer enough, cause she got up and quickly started turning off all the lights in the room. When the room was completely dark, she stumbled over to me, grabbed my hand, and pulled me towards the door connecting our room to Tim’s. She opened it slowly and pulled me behind it, where I could see totally into the room, but not be seen in return.

“You stay here and I will put on a show for you” she said as she grinned. And with this last comment, she walked slowly into Tim’s room, wearing nothing but a grin.

Tim had made it to his bed, and had removed most of his clothes, with only his pants hanging around his knees, and his boxers remained, he was laying there in a relaxed pose with his right arm over his eyes. Only he wasn’t relaxed because you could see that his night of drinking and dancing with Samantha had worked him up because his erection was outlined in his boxers.

Samantha turned off all the lights that were near the connecting door, leaving me in total darkness, but with the most perfect view for the show she was about to put on.

She walked over to the bed and knelt between Tim’s leg. She then reached up and pulled down his boxers, freeing his hard cock, Taking his erection in her hands she slowly started to work it back and forth she then bent over and using her tongue started to caress the head of his penis, making sure it was nice and stiff before she took him in her hot mouth.

I was watching my wife suck on another man, and it was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. I started getting harder almost immediately. 

Tim groaned slightly and must have thought he was dreaming, but when he reached down to rub himself he felt Samantha’s hair. When he realized there was actually someone’s mouth on him, he sat up quickly and he looked down. I could see him blink several times, and then looked at the connecting door, which I was hidden behind.

“Aww Sammy that feels like heaven but, ....what about your husband?” he whispered as he caressed her face and threaded his fingers into her hair.

Samantha took his cock out of her mouth and whispered “Don’t worry about Steve, I told you we had an understanding...now hush or do you want me to stop?” and then she ran her tongue slowly around the head of his erection, flicking it playfully.

Any disagreement Tim might have had, died as his eyes closed and he laid back down on the bed.

Samantha ran her tongue on his head a few more seconds before swallowing his shaft back into her hot mouth. Her head started sliding up and down his shaft as he groaned lightly and clenched her hair in his fingers. If I know anything its Samantha loves to have you holding her hair while she sucks on your cock. Having been on the receiving end of those lips, I could imagine what he was feeling.

And I was!

I could tell Samantha was also getting hot, because while her one hand was gripped around the base of his cock, slowly moving up and down in an opposite motion to her mouth, her other hand had slid between her own legs where she started to rub herself. Her fingers slid between her soaked lower lips.

Tim was groaning like crazy now and when he heard Samantha’s soft moan as her fingers slid inside her, he sat up. You could see that he wouldn’t last much longer if she kept going.

Tim now saw what I was seeing. Samantha’s mouth sucking him, and her fingers sliding in and out of her wet pussy rapidly. I was so excited watching this show. My own cock was getting so hard, it was straining like it would burst the skin. Of course, my hand was now sliding back and forth in pace with Samantha’s mouth. 

Tim grabbed Samantha’s head and stopped her, and began to pull her up towards him. Samantha started to climb into his lap, on the edge of the bed, as she licked his taste off her lips.

Tim had a surprise for her though. Instead of setting her in his lap, he laid back down and pulled her forward, until her thighs were now on either side of his head, and she now sat that totally wet pussy down onto his mouth. 

Samantha gasped as Tim’s tongue parted her vaginal lips and slid across her swollen clit.

It was all I could do to hold back my own gasp as my hand increased tempo on my straining cock.

Samantha loves to have her pussy licked and have her clit sucked on. Which is something I have no trouble doing often, as I love the taste of her orgasm. With her head leaning back and both her hands holding herself open to his pleasure, exposing her clit so Tim could suck on it. She was totally enjoying herself. She rode her pussy across his mouth, as he was fucking her with his tongue. Tim had both his hands on her hips guiding her movements slowly back and forth grinding her across his mouth.

Samantha lost it when he sucked on that hard little nub, and reached down with both hands to grab Tim’s head as she fucked his mouth and had a huge orgasm, which Tim did his best to lap up. Samantha was moaning loud now, lost in the moment, not caring to keep up the charade of secrecy as she came into his mouth. That was a good thing, as I couldn’t hold back any more, and grunted as I gripped my cock and came with an intensity that was amazing. Luckily Samantha was loud enough to cover up my own orgasm. 

Samantha was spent now, and began to slide down off his face, but Tim wasn’t ready to quit yet. After seeing to her pleasure first he was ready to fuck her with the hard on he’s had since she started on him at the club. Tim grabbed her arms and rolled over with Samantha, putting himself on top of her. He reached down and grabbed her legs, pulling them up to rest on his chest, her legs going over his shoulder, braced by his arms. Samantha barely realized what position she was in, until Tim slid his hard cock inside her soaked pussy.

Tim must have been lost in the excitement and alcohol, because he just started slamming into her. Samantha was moaning as he fucked her rapidly. Thrusting in and out of her quickly.

I could hear the slapping of his thighs hitting her as his cock hammered into her. Samantha loves deep penetration and he could tell because the harder he slammed his dick into her the more she moaned each time.

I was rock hard again in seconds, and again, my hand was sliding back and forth in time with his frantic thrusting into my wife. Never in my life did I think watching my wife get fucked would get me this excited or this hard.

Samantha, still being sensitive from her recent orgasm was moaning, “Oh, god, fuck me! Oh yeah, just like that baby!!

Tim was just grunting, as his cock thrust harder and harder into my wife’s wet pussy, suddenly he gave a loud moan and going rigid he pulled his cock out of Samantha and came hard. It rushed out in long jets, covering her stomach and left nipple. One shot even got to her lips, where her tongue slid out and licked up the small amount.

Tim, still drunk and now thoroughly spent, fell over to his side and fell into a deep sleep.

Samantha quickly got up and walked to our room closing the door behind her. I was waiting for her on the bed. 

She jumped into my arms as we lay on bed together. She was still excited from what had just happened, still in the mood for more, as she hadn’t came a second time. She quickly sat on top of me and rose up slightly. It only took a moment to slide into her, closing my eyes as my cock slid into what it was craving. She was so wet and hot.

Samantha began to ride me, closing her eyes and gasping as she fucked me silly.

“That..was.....so..hot....can’t ....believe ..it...uhh.....uhhhh”

Samantha was grinding into me, slowly rotating her hips in a circular motion. I was pushing back into her deeper and harder with each circle she made. I grabbed her ass with my hands and moaned so loud as I finally came inside my hot wife with a rush. I could feel every pulse shoot into her.

Samantha could feel it also, because she sped up her movements and moaned, “Yesss...give me it all baby...Yeessz” and without warning, I could feel her pussy tighten its grip me with her as she had her second orgasm.

Samantha gasped and leaned over onto my chest, lost in our strong orgasms. Trying to regain her breathing. We stayed that way as we fell into an exhausted sleep. My cock still inside her and my arms around her. The last thing I heard was “I love you” before I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face.



Anniversary



I lay on my bed in the dark, typing. My husband, via my Apple laptop computer, kept me company. With my hips elevated on three pillows, my thighs spread as comfortably as I could get them, and my rectum practically filled with KY lubricant, I still ached.

"This is crazy," I wrote.

He came back: "Half an hour. Not a second less." It had been in me now for five minutes.

"Why do I let you talk me into these things?" I complained.

"Because you love me," he wrote back.

"I don't love you that much!" 

"LOL."

The truth was, I did love him that much. Enough to put two dildos up my ass, one in my mouth and one in my vagina if he wanted me to.

"I miss you so much," I typed. He had been gone a week and it felt like a month, a year. I dreaded when he went away.

"I miss you too. The kids asleep?"

"They better be." 

"The bedroom door unlocked?"

"It's open a crack," I wrote, the way he had instructed. 

"And what happens if you hear the kids?"

"I pray to Jesus for mercy?"

I am a thirty-three year old mother of three. My name is Jeannie and I live in Germantown, Maryland. We have a three story single family home in a development off North Lake. I'd tell you the street address but I don't want to get raped. I work at a Cadillac Dealership in Laurel.

My husband is a software salesman for Hewlett-Packard. His name is Todd. He is a year younger than I, which makes my submissiveness to him all the more humiliating. 

"How's it going?" he wrote.

"It really hurts. Where'd you get this thing, anyway?" He'd left it like a time-bomb in my lingerie drawer. When he told me where it was and I went to get it, my mouth dropped open. It was nine inches long, thickly veined around the shaft with a rudimentary set of testicles at its base and a bulbous head. "And why black?" I asked.

"Because it'll hurt more." Eleven black men had taken me anally over the years, but none were as painful as this. "I got it in Beltsville," he typed. "At a lingerie shop."

What kind of lingerie shop sells huge black dildos? "I feel like the George Washington Tunnel," I told him.

My oldest daughter is eleven years old. Her name is Sarah. She was born when I was twenty-two years old. Erin is nine and Rachel is seven. Todd and I talk about having a fourth child; we'd like a boy. We'd name him Todd, Jr, after his daddy. Sarah knows I'm submissive.

"Do you know how embarrassed I'd be if Sarah walked in?" I asked.

"It wouldn't be pretty." 

Not pretty indeed. She has seen me getting my bottom spanked a number of times. It terrified her at first, then it amused her, now she really thinks its cool. I'm not allowed to spank the children. It's counter-productive he says. 

"How long has it been?" he asked.

I looked at the clock. "Eleven minutes."

"Still hurt?"

"Not as bad."

"Imagine what you look like."

"Thanks."

The night of our wedding, Todd tied me face-down to the bed. We were in the Catskills, in a log cabin with a hot tub and a huge bed. He blindfolded me with my wedding stockings, gagged me with my white panties, tied a knot in my hair with one strap of my brassiere, strapped his belt around my middle and secured the other end of my bra strap to the belt. He took pictures of me laying there spreadeagled, my head yanked back, drool dangling from my lips. Then he mounted me and filmed that with a video camera. 

"I have to buy you one of those fucking-machines," he wrote. "Imagine you with one of those."

"Just imagine."

"If I bought three of them for you, you could take it up the ass, in the pussy and the mouth at the same time."

"Just imagine," I repeated.

"On second thought, I wouldn't you getting addicted."

"Like my vibrator?" I asked. I have a problem with my vibrator. 

On our one year anniversary, he got me stoned on pot and cocaine. When I was sufficiently screwed up, he had me take off my clothes and walk naked down the middle of Rockville Pike. It was three a.m. on a Sunday morning, and raining and foggy, but passing motorists slammed on their brakes to watch me. I stepped light as a ballet dancer on the cold wet grass of the center island, chirping various Madonna songs and laughing insanely. Imagine if I'd been arrested.

"Anything going on yet?" he asked.

"Not yet." 

As preparation for this, I had taken a warm water enema. I took it on the bed, on the pillows, the red bag hanging from the canopy, the black hose running down to the white nozzle up my rectum, the warm water coursing through my insides. In exactly these details, I had described it for my husband. When the discomfort became intense, he allowed me to rush to the bathroom to relieve myself. I'd need relief again. I could tell. 

"What are you thinking about?" he asked.

"My rectum."

"How good it feels?"

"How good it'll feel tomorrow."

"It won't be that bad."

Not bad, he says.

On our second anniversary, he took me to a wonderful restaurant downtown. He bought me the most expensive item on the menu--I still can't pronounce it's name--let me pick my own wine, then surprised me with strawberries and whipped cream in our motel room. He took me to bed and made love to me three times in four hours. He never tied me up, he never spanked me, he never made made me hurt. In the morning I had a love bite on my neck. He's so full of surprises. 

"Is it completely inside you?" he asked.

"As far as it will go."

"Bottomed out?"

The anniversary after Erin was born, I came home to find a two foot long . . . something, on the dining room table. I had picked it, totally at a loss. It was composed of red plastic balls, one after the other, tapering to the end. I honestly didn't know what it was. Todd had showed me. They hadn't bottomed out.

My insides rumbled. I shifted my position. The "balls" at the end of the shaft bounced up and down and touched my thighs. It was such a strange feeling. 

"Have you been a good girl?" he asked.

I enumerated: "I did the cleaning, paid the bills, went to the grocery store, got the car washed, took Sarah to get her hair cut, bought you a pair of Docker's and two new Polo-Ralph Lauren shirts at the Costco, got you some underwear and socks, got the underwear I showed you in the Victoria's Secret catalog, took my enema and am now laying here with John Dillinger up my rear end. I hope I've been good."

"Have you thought about what I said?"

He wants me to pierce my clitoris.

On our fourth anniversary, we visited Niagara Falls. I had expected droll but was pleasantly surprised. The kids had fun and we rode the boat close to the Falls and took the tour through the cliffs and behind the roaring water on the American side. Later we risked life and limb crossing the Niagara Gorge in a gondola. Todd sprang for a helicopter ride and I nearly died of fright crossing the Falls. Everyone found it quite amusing. Todd called me a wus. 

Our second night there, Friday, we took the kids to International Village and to all the attractions on the Hill. We decorated ourselves with cotton candy, had foot-long hot dogs and a bucket of French fries and visited the Falls for the light show. Saturday night we had dinner in the revolving restaurant atop the Skylon, and I hid my head traveling up the side in another gondola. When the kids fell asleep in the other bed, Todd tied me hand and foot to the bed frame with motel towels, gagged me with my brassiere, put my panties over my head, then proceeded to drive me mad with his tongue between my legs, a battery-powered vibrator and pieces of ice. The ice was the worst. 

"You'd look cute with a stud down there," he wrote.

"I have a stud down there," I replied. "His name is Todd."

"But it's so fashionable, Babe. I bet all your friends have them."

"My friends wear studs in their ears, Todd, not in their panties."

"Dana has a nipple ring."

"Dana has big nipples," I said. "To go along with her big breasts." Dana is our next door neighbor. She showed Todd her new adornment in person. Todd hasn't suggested any nipple rings for me. 

To cure my postpartum depression following Rachel's birth, Todd took me to Atlantic City. We stayed at the Trump Plaza Friday and Saturday night, which for me is as affordable as a Faberge Egg. While in the hot tub Friday night, we fell into a discussion of swinging. I confessed a deep dark secret: I wanted a black man. 

He sat straight up in the tub. Oh, no, I thought: a spanking for sure. But he shocked me right back asking if I would like to. Of course, I said yes. 

If Atlantic City were possible that weekend, I'm sure Todd would have arranged it. But even Todd can't work miracles. Instead, he made arrangements through an interracial website--yes, they have such things--and contacted a dozen applicants. I selected four that I liked and we met. I hadn't expected a gang-bang. In order of size, they were Lashawn Freshwater, Seann Chambers, Damon Hill and Donnell Willis. Three of them were married and had done this before. They were surprisingly nervous. I have never been so scared. I have no words for what they did to me that night. 

I typed: "Fifteen minutes."

"Is it moving at all?"

"Only when I move."

"It's really in there, huh?"

"Like a sausage in its skin." 

There is a term for what Todd does to me during anal sex that is almost as demeaning as the act. I worried about that now. "Am I going to do anything else with this thing after I take it out?" 

"Like what?"

"You know what."

"Do you want to?"

He delights in teasing me. Torture is a better word. He rents movies and lets me see what's in store for me that night. I've tried to impress on him how unhygienic what I do is; he points out how many women in the flicks do it. I say yes, but they do it for the money. Most of my black partners have wanted me to, but it's enough that they have me anally. They seem to consider white women deserving of anal sex. 

"I'm just glad you keep that practice to ourselves," I wrote. 

For our sixth anniversary, Todd took me to Hawaii. Sarah was five years old then, Erin three and Rachel a little over a year. We had discussed going alone, had even come to that decision a month before the flight, then realized how unfair that would be to Sarah. Even at five, Sarah understood Hawaii. 

"You have to promise me something, though," he told me a week before the trip. I was in the baby's room, changing her diaper. He came up behind me and pressed an unexpected erection between my cheeks. 

"Oh?" I asked, at once interested and suspicious. 

He grinned. "I want a public blow job."

I looked around for Sarah, old enough now to repeat things, if not understand them. "What do you mean, 'public'?" 

His erection grew harder. "As in public, where everyone can see you," he said. I shivered all over. "Yeah," he said. "That kind of public." 

In Honolulu, we baked on the sand, cavorted in the surf, took extraordinary tours of the island, got too much sun and not enough sleep, dealt with a sick baby when Rachel came down with a cold, lost Sarah for a panic-filled hour and a half at a street-market in Waikiki. We also offered six men the opportunity to have sex with me after watching me suck Todd's cock. Four of them had accepted. 

I typed: "Eighteen minutes."

"Stop counting down. Enjoy your remaining minutes."

"I luxuriate in my agony," I wrote.

"Spoil-sport."

The truth was, I was beginning to enjoy this. Nothing had ever stayed up me so long, and my anus was either getting accustomed to the presence, or had just given up. Besides, it beat getting rode until someone decided to come in me; that really made me sore. 

I wrote guiltily: "It's not so bad. Pleasurable even, perhaps. Just not habit-forming, I hope."

"For me . . . or for you?"

I wondered which option was worse.

On our seventh anniversary, Todd took me to visit my grandparents. That sounds corny, but my grandparents live in Paraguay. We took the kids and spent three long weeks battling mosquitoes, the military, foreign tourists, foreign journalists, bad food and bad water, grabby locals who delighted in pinching or patting my ass, really scary mafiosa's who kidnapped American women, raped them and sometimes gave them back for ransom. This conversation took place in our rental car.

"Are we almost there yet, Mom?"

"No, and take that away from your sister. Erin, no! Todd!"

"What do you want me to do?"

"Pull over?"

"Here?"

"What's wrong with here?"

"Look around you, dear."

"Never mind. Keep going."

Some time later: "Mom?"

"Sarah, I'm busy! Erin, hand me that diaper. No, that diaper, the one without the poop."

"Mom?"

"I'm busy, Sarah. Rachel, could you please hold still? I'm not going to--"

"Dad?"

"What is it, honey?"

"That man is following us."

"What man?"

"The man in the beat up old car. The one you bought the oranges from? He's back there with his friends, see?"

"What's she talking about, Todd?"

"I'm not sure. The grubby old dude from the roadside turnout? I think he's back there, two cars back. Maybe we shouldn't lead him home, huh?"

"I don't see anyone. No, wait--I do see him. He's . . . no, definitely do not lead him home, Todd."

What the old man in the truck had been doing was grinning at me with his gap-tooth, wretched smile. We had stopped at his roadside stand on the edge of town to shop for some fruit for dinner, and he, like the other males of the locale, had examined my goods while I examined his. I left feeling mentally stripped and devoured--I didn't want it happening in real life.

I typed: "Sarah got kissed today in school."

"She did?"

"So she tells me. His name is Tom."

"Did she like it?"

"As far as I could tell. I'm surprised she even told me."

Sarah is at that age when communication with Mom suddenly ceases. Or, at least grows heavily censored. Things I did at eleven would have given my mom a cow. Probably still would.

"You don't think she's. . .you know?"

"I don't think so. But it's coming. They start earlier every year."

"I'm not talking about her period," he said.

"Neither am I."

For our eighth wedding anniversary, we stayed closer to home. Todd finagled a time-share condo in the tallest building in Ocean City, Maryland. We spent a wonderful week alone, baking on the sand, loosing money in the arcades, buying, flying and loosing kites, dining on crabs at Phillips, day-fishing on an party-boat out of Bahia Marina, para-sailing on Agawoman Bay, riding Skidoo's on the ocean, and getting magnificently sunburned.

And of course, getting me banged.

My third night there, I struck up a conversation with a young man in the Purple Moose Saloon. After ten minutes I made it obvious he could have me if he wanted me, and waited to see if he did. His name was Jay and he was with three of his friends.  

"I like him," I had told Todd earlier that day. This was outside Thrasher's French Fries, near the end of the boardwalk, where the young man and his friends were hitting on girls. 

Todd turned around and looked. "Which one?"

"Do I have to choose?" I giggled.

We followed them surreptitiously throughout the afternoon, discovered where they were staying, then followed them in the early evening to the Purple Moose Saloon. Armed with fake ID's and a confidence pumped up by alcohol, the four friends were now hitting on me.

"I'm going to UMBC," the young man of my fancy confided.

"I went to UMBC," I told him, delightedly. 

"Oh, yeah? How about that?" He high-fived his friend Tony. Tony grinned with sparkling white teeth and twinkling green eyes. He was the cutest of the four, but also the most conceited. It was Jay I liked. 

Tony said, "Jay here, thinks Penn State is beneath him. He had the chance to go, but thinks all those jocks running around campus mean only one thing."

"A party school," Jay said, slapping himself on the forehead. "What was I thinking?" 

I concurred teasingly, "We can't all be Einstein's, Jay. Maybe you need a tutor?" 

He laughed and touched my thigh. Then I knew. The question was: Just him? Or his friends as well?

Right out of the blue I typed: "Do you know who I enjoyed the most in Ocean City?"

His surprise answer: "Jay. The one from UMBC."

"How did you know that?" I typed.

"I know my wife."

Better than you know, I thought. And not as well. "He was a really nice boy. I wish I had kept up with him. Do you think he'd still be interested in me? After all this time?"

"Are you suggesting it?" he asked.

"Just wondering."

"Call him. There couldn't be many Jay Birkenstauler's in the phone book." 

He was right. Only one.

Our ninth wedding anniversary, dawned rainy, cold and miserable. We were at my parent's place in Denning, in the Catskill's, by North Lake. The kids were at home with Mom and Dad. Sharing my bed was an Ulster County policeman named Morris Haught. He was black, of course, big as a horse, and quite handsome. I awoke first and lay there looking at him. He breathed softly and easily now, unlike last night. 

On our way home from dinner, Todd had said: "We're being pulled over."

"What?" I looked back to see a blue and red flashing light bar. "Were you speeding?" I asked.

"No. I was doing limit." It was a missing screw as it turned out, letting our license plate hang askew. 

I liked Morris immediately and, one thing leading to another, we ended up in bed. Just before midnight, on my stomach, panting harshly, hair tangled around my face, a softening erection in me, I had exclaimed: "You did what?" 

He laughed. In my ear he repeated: "I took the screw out myself."

"Why?" I demanded, although I knew exactly why.

"So I could meet you."

"You could have just said hello."

He laughed again. Then I laughed. "Don't tell my husband." Todd was across the hall in the second bedroom. "He'd be very disappointed. He thinks it was fate."

"It was fate," he said. "Fate that I saw you in the first place."

"Remember Morris?" I typed.

"We are reminiscing, aren't we?"

"I have something better to do with my time?"

"You better not."

"What I wondered was," I typed, "did you call him or did he call you?"

On our tenth wedding anniversary, we flew down to Daytona Beach for a long weekend, just Todd and I. When we got to the motel, he stayed downstairs to park the car while I went up to the room. I struggled to get the door open, cursing silently that he had left me with so much luggage. After getting everything inside, I got grabbed from behind. He kicked the door closed with his foot and, one hand stifling my screams, the other pinning my arms at my sides, carried me, feet kicking a foot off the ground, to the bed. It wasn't until he tossed me down that I saw who it was.

"Morris!"

"Hello, Jeannie."

I was flabbergasted. "What are you doing here?"

"Getting ready to strip-search you," he said, unbuttoning his shirt. It was a very thorough strip-search. 

Todd wrote: "It was my idea. Morris went along with it."

"Went along with it. Very funny. He's not going to show up here for another strip-search, is he?"

"Try calling him at home."

"Very funny," I wrote again. 

Our eleventh wedding anniversary was one of the best. We packed the kids into Mom and Dad's 30' Gulfstream motor home (we could have packed the house into the Gulfstream, it's that big) and set off for a three-week odyssey across the United States. We went to Georgia first, via Skyline Drive and the Blue Ridge Parkway, to visit the kid's other pair of great-grandparents. The normal ones.

While in Shenandoah National Park, we took a day-hike up the Appalachian Trail, were enthralled by the magnificent scenery (all but Sarah, who would much rather have been home playing with her friends), got enchanted by a dozen or more deer, terrified by three black bears, got my feet soaked in a stream slipping off a mossy rock, and got poison ivy on my butt squatting to pee. 




Anniversary



That night, after the kids went to sleep Todd took me atop of the camper and screwed me silly on a blanket. We did it beneath a million stars with a million mosquitoes sucking us dry. I looked like a smallpox victim the next morning, but I was happy. 

In Tennessee we stopped at a nudist campsite and had a very interesting overnight stay. Especially for Sarah, who refused to expose her developing body until the cute eleven year old in the next camper came by. 

In Georgia we picked peaches, saw Todd's grandparents, visited Civil War landmarks, treated Todd to a much deserved, mobile blow-job while the kids took a nap, and saw me have sex with my first real southern black man. This happened just outside Macon, where Todd's parent's live. We were at a Texaco gas station, off Route 41, filling up. This enormous black man had a shaved head, wore a black tee-shirt beneath his bib-overalls, had huge muscles straining his shirt-sleeves, and labored beneath the ferocious sun trying to repair a gas pump. I took one look at him and knew. "Please?" I asked Todd. The kid's were at his grandparent's.

The gas pump was on the far island. The man squat with his hands busy in its innards. I climbed down to the pavement, crossed the forty feet of intervening distance, stopped a respectable distance away and said: "Excuse me?"

The man looked up.

"We're kind of lost." I gestured toward the Gulfstream, where Todd sat behind wheel, looking convincingly lost. I stood in the hot sun with my hand shading my eyes, the top three button's of my blouse undone, my hips cocked to one side in an innocently suggestive manner, and the most "I'm sorry to bother you" look on my face. 

In bear's growl he asked, "Where you headed?"

"Columbus," I lied.

He shook his head. "No easy way to get there." He stood up. He was eight feet tall. Seven feet when he stepped down off the curb. I felt like--well, like Sarah standing beside her father. "Come with me," he rumbled.

I faltered, looking back at Todd, who grinned widely. Your mess, your cleanup, he liked to say. I scurried off after the man, like a duckling after its momma. Inside the building, he pointed to a map. "This is Macon." He slid his huge black fingertip left, to the Alabama border. "This is Columbus." No major roads connected the two. I felt suddenly lost for real. 

"Ya gotta start out on 80," he began. "Pick up 19 right here at Thom--"

"Would you like to kiss me?" Right out of nowhere. Blurted. Totally flustered.

"What?" He eyed me like a cop eying a potentially armed and dangerous drunk. Distrust rolled off him in waves. I gulped and went on.

"I like some men on sight. Black men, white men . . . ." I shrugged apologetically. "My husband lets me have sex with them when I like them." I couldn't believe what I was saying, how stupid I felt. "I saw you out there--" indicating the broken down pump, "--and something just clicked in me. I want you to have me. I know how stupid that sounds. I'm sorry, but there it is." 

There it was, all right. From the mouth of an idiot. I thought he would hit me.

Instead, he took me by the hand, lead me into the back office, locked the door and took my clothes off. He then showed me the way to Columbus with his cock.

I typed: "So, here we are, on our twelfth wedding anniversary, you in Detroit, me in bed with a large object in my ass. Examine this picture carefully."

"LOL. You know I'm sorry. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't really important." HP stood on the verge of loosing a major contract with General Motors. I couldn't blame him for being there. It was our livelihood. "I promise you next year," he wrote, "a night you'll always remember." 

"I'll always remember tonight," I said, looking at the clock. It was midnight. "Happy anniversary."

"Happy anniversary to you. I guess it's time."

"Oh, I don't know," I typed. "I kinda like it there. Like the George Washington Tunnel after a major traffic accident involving tractor-trailer trucks."

"LOL. Leave it then."

"For a while." 

We chatted for another twenty minutes, then signed off. I closed the lid on my iBook computer, sat it carefully on the nightstand, then interlinked my fingers and lay my chin atop them. I smiled. I felt really good. Content. I ached inside, my anus promised to make me very sorry in the morning, but it could have been worse.

"I'm ready," I said.

The chair behind me creaked and my visitor stood up. He stretched and yawned mightily. "About damn time. Damned key-clicking. I could have fallen asleep, except for that."

"I didn't want you to fall asleep," I said, wagging my tail at him. "I wanted your full attention."

"Oh, you got my attention, all right." He climbed behind me on the bed. "This ready to come out?"

I gripped the huge black shaft one last time, sighed, and said, Yes, take it out, which he did, very slowly, and set it upright atop my iBook. He then took the dildo's place inside me and began making my insides ache even worse. I watched the glistening black shaft sway silently in the dim light as we rocked the bed, until I closed my eyes and joined him.





Anniversary



They say that eavesdroppers never hear well of themselves, don't they? Guess it's the same for any bad news.

I've been away for a while – can't actually remember how long, this time. Tyler knows to expect me, though I can't remember telling him exactly when - shows you how tired I am! I'm often away, of course; damned job requires it. But he always knows how much I miss him. I tell him so, don't I? I show him so, wrapped in the sheets at night, in our bed, caressing him, claiming him as mine. Making him cry out loudly with his pleasure; making him hold me so tightly that I know I'll never find another lover as responsive. 

Always says he misses me, too.

Tonight, I feel dog tired – like the journey's been longer, and more exhausting than usual. It's dark outside, already. I just want to take a piss, sink into a hot bath, eat some half-decent food – then hold Tyler close; smell his sweet sweat; feel his quickening heartbeat. Maybe we'll have sex, right away – I'll bury myself deep in that delicious, boy-smooth body of his. Hell, I've dreamt about it, enough! But perhaps I'd rather sleep first. I just feel damned tired all the time, it seems. I need my bed; our bed. 

Don't know why I don't call out, as I enter – why I don't slam the front door to the flat, behind me. I suppose because it's ajar, I just slip in; I grin, at the thought of surprising him.

And then I hear the voices. Just a soft murmur in the background, from the direction of the lounge. It's not that big a flat, y'know? I can hear the lilt of Tyler's voice – don't know the sound of the other man.

I stand outside the door to the lounge, looking through the gap of the hinges. Why don't I just go straight in? I have just as much right in that place as Tyler – and more than his guest. But I don't go in.

I know the guy, sitting beside him on the couch – Tyler works with him. We met him at an office party, last Christmas. Tyler's too easygoing; makes friends with everyone. I told him this guy was likely to be trouble.

Tyler had just laughed. 

Tonight, he's not laughing. He looks fucking tired, actually. I mean, he's naturally pale, anyway. Good looking, and well-built, but very fair, and with a long, thin face. When he's tired, he looks exhausted, and that's how he looks now. He looks like he slept on the couch, because there's a blanket folded up by his feet. He does that when he can't settle at night, so he doesn't disturb me as well. Guess I ought to go over and comfort him – but, again, I choose not to go in. Not sure about my motives - let's worry about 'em some other time, OK? 

Bet his worry is something to do with work. He's a sensitive guy; easily upset – has a sleepless night at the drop of a hat. He's always panicking about his appraisal, though I hear he's one of the best lawyers in the practice; but he's always worrying about what the boss thinks of him. Whether there'll be a problem if they find out he's gay – that we're living together.

Get into the 21st century! I tell him, far too regularly. That's their problem. Screw the lot of 'em!

Not literally, of course, I laugh.

*

The guy sitting on my couch works for him, I remember. Richard Wright, his name is. OK, so he's fairly fit, with well-cut blond hair, and he's attractive, I guess – if you like that barely-pubescent, undergraduate look. Looks too scared to piss in his own pot, my mate Nick would say! But I know he's one of the smartest and brightest office students. Shit, I knew I'd seen him catch Tyler's eye, at that party! I'm sure the boy's had plenty of chances since, to follow that up.

And we argued about it, that night, Tyler and me – another of our many, gut-churning arguments. We left the party early, I was so fucking incensed! Ty just sighed softly, when I insisted the guy was hitting on him; challenged me to find any evidence. Like I was going to find anything, just off the top of my head like that! Tyler's good at that – confronting my thoughts and suspicions. He brings that clear, open expression to bear; uses those calm, rational words – come to think of it, he's suspiciously like one of those mindfucking doctors, then.

But he reassures me. Usually.

"Sal..." he'd said that time, very gently, though his hand had been firm on my shoulder. "You're the only one for me. I don't know how often I have to say it. You don't seem to want to believe it." He'd been smiling, but underneath it all, he looked distressed – I seem to inspire that in him, a lot. His hand had run slowly down my arm; smoothed across the tightened muscles of my belly. He was tense, himself – but he was seeking to relax me. Like he always does.

It had been one hell of a night in bed, after that argument.

*

But anyway, there's still the strange guy on my couch! He's sitting next to Tyler, and he's way too close for any of those personal space issues that Ty's usually so particular about. They're talking in low voices, so I can't hear all the words. Tyler sounds tired, as well as looking it – his whole attitude looks beaten down. Looks damned sad! What's this about? There's a sharp tug of emotion inside me; something catching in my throat. Guess I didn't realise he felt this strongly, just because I'm away from him...

Wright's voice jars on me, although it's soft, like he's soothing Tyler.

"How long will this go on, Tyler?" A few words reach me, like a volume dial has been turned up. "How much longer? You deserve so much better -!"

Deserve what? Damned kid should get out of my house, and away from what's mine -

I don't move, though. Just watch.

Then he leans over Tyler, as they sit there, close together on the couch, and now I want to call out! He puts a hand to Tyler's face – I don't know why Ty isn't beating him off! Stupid kid; needs to keep his hands to himself.

"I want to care for you, Tyler. You know I always have. I've understood your feelings; I've hung back for so long –"

The words are fading away again – I can't hear him anymore. But my whole body feels the sudden chill of watching those soft, boyish fingers stroking at Tyler's mouth.

And then he's kissing Tyler – a soft, gentle touch at first, but none the less sexual for that. His hand is on Tyler's neck, and he's tugging him nearer. His other hand is on Tyler's waist, drawing him in.

Get back, I hiss to myself. Don't fucking touch him!

Who am I talking to? Richard Wright – or Tyler himself?

For Tyler's hand is on his neck, in return; Tyler's mouth is opening with a show of eagerness. My Tyler is kissing him back.

*

I feel hideously cold – bloody nauseous. I hope to God I'm not going to throw up. Is this shock?

I'm still watching – I'm still silent. Am I scared to go in – to confront them? I've never had a problem knowing what's mine, and being prepared to protect it. You ask Nick – he's been my best friend since childhood. We've stood together, up against it, plenty of times.

Say, you could ask the doctors, as well! They said a similar thing about me, though in plenty of Latin. And they made it sound like it was something bad.

Tyler doesn't like my friends, Nick particularly. Oh, he's polite enough, but they've never got on. He says Nick's a bad influence on me – a remnant of my previous life. He met us both when I had that trouble with the police – when both of us only got off jail because of Tyler's intervention.

That's in the past, anyway! But Nick's told me to leave Tyler, lots of times – says that Tyler is a white collar loser; that he's a flake; that he'll leave me, if I don't dump him first.

Nick's the best kind of mate. Ty's my lover. It confuses me, sometimes, the conflict between 'em.

When we first met, Tyler and I – well, the attraction was obvious, wasn't it? He held off for a while, until my case was won, but then we became lovers, pretty damned quick! Everything was hunky-dory – I got a fair enough job; he got the flat.

Then there was another time of trouble for me – when we split for a month or so. 

Can't help it, can I? – I've always been the jealous type! Tyler had started this new job, and he seemed to be in an office full of smarmy Richard Wrights, and rich-looking Tom, Dick and Harrys. I don't know what was up – I wasn't thinking straight; I wasn't very stable for a while. However much he reassured me, I had trouble listening. He cancelled much of his casework, then – dropped a few friends; left a few clubs.

I don't like him going out, y'know? Why does he need anyone else? We have a good enough time, together.

So I saw the doctors, then, at his request. Mind doctors. Got fuck all time for 'em, but I'd have done anything to keep Tyler; to be back with him! And I still saw Nick, albeit behind Tyler's back. Nick insisted I kept in with my roots – remembered where I came from. He was a refreshing change from the mindfuckers – and the sad, pained expression on Tyler's face.

Paranoia, the doctors called it. But soon I was well again. 

Of course I damned well was!

Then Tyler took me back, and he seemed so pleased that I was thinking more rationally, and things were great again for a while.

Yeah... for a while.

*

They've been kissing far too long for it to be a farewell gesture. I'm fascinated – horribly so – to see how far they'll go. I'm not sure how I'm still standing up – my legs feel weak, and my gut is churning.

He's on his knees – Wright's slipped off the couch, and he's on his knees between Tyler's legs, and it's not like I don't know that position so very well –

Tyler's head goes back, hard against the back of the couch, his eyes closing. There's no conversation between them now, so I can hear the sound of his zip opening; hear his gasp, as plain as fucking day.

I know all of those sounds that Tyler makes. I know the feel of his fingers, tight in my hair; the catch of breath in his chest. I know how much he likes this being done to him.

The top of the blond head is bobbing away, and I'm just petrified here, somehow. I'm seeing it all, in my mind, if not with my eyes.

I suppose the kid's got to grab whatever chance he can, soon as my back's turned! Is this sexual-fucking-harassment or something? Seems kind of risky, though, when I could be back any day. Everyone seems to know that I'm not the most tolerant of men, at the best of times.

But Tyler...he's really enjoying it.

Tyler...

What's your excuse?

*

I feel disorientated – I don't feel as if I'm really here.

Nick thinks I'm stupid to think a guy would go months without a fuck, if it's offered – that if I'm out of the apartment on anything like a long contract, Tyler's bound to take other lovers.

I always said he wouldn't. And believe me, I've been watching out for it, ever since we moved in together – but never a hint of anything suspicious.

Guess I was fooled in the end. Guess I was wrong! It's just like Nick said.

I can't understand why Tyler would do this! We have everything we need, just by ourselves. The sex is the best on the planet, right? Ty looks like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth – like he's Mr Model Citizen. But he's a fucking revelation in bed! He says I brought that out in him; he can be himself with me. Can't keep the guy's hands off me, and his mouth, and that breathy voice, groaning when I push inside him...

And it's me that he wants. Only me! That's what he tells me, time and again – like I ask him to. He has to say it aloud; he has to say it so's I believe it. And he has to cry it out, in the dark of the night, when our bodies are hot, and slick with sweat, and I bring him time and again to a gasping, shuddering climax.

Only I can do that for him!

He'd been afraid of his sexuality, as he grew up – he knew he was attracted to men, but he'd been ashamed of it. Confused by it. When he met me, he had little enough sexual experience, and nothing had been very rewarding. I changed that for him – I've shown him it can be something magnificent.

We don't need anyone else, Tyler. Do we?

*

It's not erotic, y'know – the watching. I'm still surrounded by this horrible chill - I feel like there's a fucking great gaping hole inside of me. The nausea's getting worse. I'm sure I'll be sick, though I can't remember where or when I last ate; can't recognise the sour taste in my mouth.

Wright's back up on the couch with Tyler now, touching him, stroking him. His baby-blue eyes are very bright, and he's got a hopeful look on his oh-so-smooth face. I think I can probably see the threads of Tyler's seed, still on his lips – he should be more decent about that; swallow it all down. Their shirts are off; Wright's slim hand runs over Ty's chest, teasing at the small, hard nubs of his nipples. Tyler moans, like this is something new to him. Christ, how short is his memory? There's a crumpled pile of clothing on the floor that I think may include trousers, as well.

Tyler's. I know the colour.

I see Tyler's hand slide over the back of the couch, anchoring himself. His head turns slightly – he's looking at the side table. There's a lamp there, a couple new books I haven't seen before – the framed picture of us on the river last summer. What happens next isn't an accident, oh no -it's totally deliberate. He reaches over another inch or so, and lays the picture face down. Why? Well, I guess it's so he can't see it anymore, as the blond head dips over his naked chest, licking and nipping wherever it chooses. 

His eyes look dark, and there's pain there.

So there fucking should be!

When Wright rises up over Tyler's prone body, I know what's happening. Of course I do! That couch has seen plenty of our own, hot action. For those few moments, I seem to be somewhere else – I seem to have switched off. I can hear Wright groaning – I can hear Tyler's own voice, low and broken, and he's keening out the kid's name. 

Every syllable hurts me, deep inside.

My senses return, just as Tyler comes. It's damned fast! I stare at his face – it's suddenly turned towards me again, and I recognise the look there. It's the same look as he had when we first had sex; a mixture of shock, and thrill, and embarrassment for coming too soon. He'd had no-one for months, before me; he'd got excited, way too easily.

We'd laughed about it, later.

I can hear laughs, now. Self-conscious – uncertain; but slowly relaxing. Full of pleasure; of satisfaction. For both of 'em.

Can't hear my laughter, though.

*

I must've left the apartment – don't remember. Was I sick, after all? There's still that sour taste in my mouth.

I'm standing outside, on the stairwell; stunned.

Wright appears at the door to our flat – guess he can't see me; I must be hidden somehow, in the shadows. But he's not leaving, or anything. Rather, he stands for a moment, looking out, like he's thinking about something. Making a decision. Hasn't even had the decency to put his fucking designer shirt back on – just stands there, with trousers barely done up. I stare at that smooth, handsome face, and I've never known such fury – never known such hatred! For that moment, I think of running back up the stairs, right at him – but I don't.

There's a faint flush to his face. A sparkle of joy in his eyes. Damned kid, should have the balls to look ashamed... As I watch, he hears something back inside – Ty's voice, perhaps – and he steps back into the flat, pulling the door closed behind him.

He's staying the night.

Tyler obviously asked him to.

In our flat. In our bed.

What the fuck's going on?

*

I'm wondering what the hell else has been happening while I'm away. I wish I could call Nick up – talk it through with him. 

So the kid's sleeping with Tyler. At Tyler's invitation.

Where am I in all this? Out of sight, out of mind?

The night I left for this contract, I was kind of upset myself – it was going to be a longer trip than usual, they needed staff for a month or more. Tyler saw the trouble rising up in me again – he spent hours persuading me he was OK on his own; that I had to take this job to get myself straight; that he didn't like me going away, but it was necessary. He told me I could stay another night – he'd run me to the airport in the morning, I could get a later flight – all that sort of stuff. 

Then Nick drew up in his old jeep, and he'd had a few drinks, and he was laughing at Tyler's concern. I saw Tyler's anger flaring; at Nick's hostility – at the empty cans in the back of the rattling, pimped-up vehicle. What the hell -? I thought. I tossed my stuff in the back of the jeep, and told Tyler I already had my ride. 

I laughed at him, too. I meant to call him later, to apologise, but I can't remember if I did.

He knows he's everything to me, doesn't he?

I need him.

*

I'm inside the flat again, God knows how. Perhaps the kid didn't lock it properly, because I don't remember using my key. Somehow, I know it's much later; this miserable night has bled away around me, and the dawn's approaching fast. I don't know where I've been in the meantime – what I've been doing. Christ, I'm still in shock, aren't I?

I'm cold all the bloody time, now. 

I'm at the table beside the couch; that notorious couch. My fingers trail along the back of our picture, remembering our smiles; the time it commemorates. Just after my treatment – just after I was OK again. I stand the picture back upright – move it around, so that he'll see it again, when he next sits on the couch.

"We'll be together forever," I used to say.

He'd smile. There'd be a flash of that old distress in his eyes, though he always hid it well. "I don't need that, Sal. Don't need to say it all the time. I love you - you must trust me. Why don't you believe me, Sal?"

Trust me... he said. The bastard!

I'm so cold. And I've never been so angry in all my life!

*

The bedroom looks different – the morning light seems brighter. There's a different blind at the window, I think; the bed covers are new, too. 

Tyler's still in bed, alone, sleeping deeply. An edge of the sheet is draped carelessly over his lower legs, exposing the long, muscled expanse of thigh that I can feel against my own skin, even now. He's something else, eh? Soft and smooth in bed – it's always been a treat to watch him. To lie beside him. Mine.

He looks at peace. Lips twisted in a soft smile of satiation.

I look across at the door out to the roof, and see it's ajar. Tyler chose this apartment for the roof area – for the space to put some plants; for the privacy to sit out in summer and watch the city below.

Does Richard fucking Wright know that I've been in to look at Tyler? That I've seen the sheets underneath him, creased with dried sweat; crumpled with the ecstatic clutches of athletic limbs? That I've seen the used condom wrappers on the carpet? Seen Ty's deep, calm, exhausted breathing, that I know better than mine; that I've listened to, possessively, after many a long, lusty session?

The anger is making me breathless. I move to the outside door, trying to gulp in some more air.

I still can't believe my Tyler can do this. Fuck around – then sleep like an innocent child! He's made a fool of me. 

That's the worst sin of all, in my book. 

Nick would agree with me. 

Anyone would, wouldn't they?

*

I've found the kid – he's out on the roof. Doing some kind of exercise like tai chi – arms akimbo, legs bent. Centering himself, or some such shit. He's wearing just his CK boxers and a vest – oh, and did I mention the half smile of self-satisfaction on his lips? 

Tyler must have used him well; must have got his money's worth. In his precious little world, that's what loyal employees are for, eh? 

Ty's betrayal hurts beyond fucking belief! He's turned out the same as all the others in my life; no commitment; no faithfulness. But I can hurt him back so much more, because that's my world, isn't it? That's what I grew up with – eye for an eye. 




Anniversary



I smile gently at the strange, slow turns of the blond kid, stretching out his tired limbs in the morning sun. This guy's beyond help. He's beyond protection.

Tyler has touched him.

And Tyler has destroyed me.

He'll pay.

*

Wright doesn't see me approaching him.

I mean, I'm not exactly at my most careful at the moment! I can't understand why it's so fucking easy to creep up on him.

As I reach out to him, it's Tyler's face I see in my mind – it's Tyler's sleepy smile that wrenches at me. My heart is throbbing with such anger that I can't hear the sounds of the morning in the city below. I'm full of such hurt that I can't feel my own body.

I watch my hand touch the boy's arm.

Tyler. I can hurt you back, so much more...

Perhaps Wright sees me at the last minute – hears my steps behind him. As he whirls round, his gaze flashes to my hand on him. There's puzzlement on his face – then there's sudden fear.

Did I touch him? Did I push? Hey... my mind seems a bit confused about it all, you know. But, whatever - he stumbles backwards, startled. Stumbles; and tips over the low railing. 

There's only a long, low cry. A whistling silence. Then a splattering crunch on the pavement below. 

Funny, really. I can hear the sounds of life down there, now. It's like everything else comes back into focus. Things have calmed inside me.

That sense of peace; it's creeping into me. 

I certainly feel a hell of a lot warmer.

*

Tyler Barton sat on his couch, head in his hands. A woman police officer knelt at his feet, pale-faced, clutching a cup of cold, too-sweet tea.

The two other officers stood to one side of the lounge, keeping their voices low.

"So – foul play suspected?" asked Black, the younger one.

"Nah," said the older one, Matthews. His face looked a little grey. "Something must have distracted the boy, up on the roof. He just fell. Damned stupid place to exercise anyway, the stones are crumbling up there, the surface is pitted all over. Kids just stick out a coupla plant pots and think they've got a landscape garden."

He glanced over at Tyler, and he grimaced. "Hasn't had much luck in his life, has he?"

Black snapped his notebook shut and stared at the other man. "What do you mean? You know him?"

"Yeah. He works with my son, Harry, at the solicitor's; the city practice. He's a very smart man, my boy says. And fair to work for."

"He's a fruit –" Black's face twisted in scorn.

"And you're full o' shit!" snapped Matthews. "Makes neither of you God or the devil, right? Harry knew he was gay. Didn't bother him. It's a new generation, y'know?" He sighed, as if he'd had this argument plenty of times before.

"So what's his problem? Barton's?"

"He lost a lover last year, as well – Maxwell, his name was. Sal Maxwell."

"Another accident?"

"Sort of. Maxwell was mad, y'know – or so Harry reckoned. Insanely jealous. Caused trouble at Harry's work plenty of times – wrecked a whole room at the last Christmas party! Been under shrink after shrink. It's been touch and go whether Barton kept his job at all. Maxwell used to call for him daily, turning on the students, accusing them of fucking around with his lover. We got called out on domestics, too, time and again, out to this very flat. Neighbours upset by the arguments – Maxwell smashing up furniture 'n all."

"Barton should've dumped him," shrugged Black.

His partner privately agreed. "Sure - but Barton never made a complaint. Pretty devoted, he was. Put up with it all; made excuses for Maxwell; never played away."

"So what happened to Maxwell?"

"There was a road accident – Maxwell was on his way to the airport. Barton had got him a good job, on an engineering contract, pulled all sorts of strings to do it. Meant that Maxwell had to be away for weeks at a time, though, which just seemed to cause even more friction for Barton. Anyway, there was another guy driving. They'd both been drinking – the other guy had a record, too; local stuff – car thief; muggings. They ran the car off the road – it killed both of 'em. Open and shut case."

Matthews looked thoughtful. "What's the date today? Y'know, it's exactly a year since then – since the road accident. Hell of an anniversary, eh?"

He looked back over at Tyler Barton again; the guy looked like he'd been crying, and he didn't blame him, to be honest. He wasn't a man who thought boys shouldn't cry. And particularly not when this guy had such shit heaped on him! He remembered his son's stories, after Maxwell was killed. It was the talk of the practice for months; they all had sympathy for Barton, who was well liked. He'd been devastated – obviously really cared about the dead man. Took leave of absence; spent time in bereavement therapy. He'd only just dragged himself back to a full caseload of work, a couple of months back.

Harry Matthews was as straight as they come – but when he talked to his father about Tyler Barton, his expression had been full of compassion. The man had never been seen with anyone else, ever since Maxwell died. Whatever the guy's faults, Maxwell was the only one he cared for. But just recently, he'd told Harry that he might be interested in someone again; that he might come back on the social scene. It had been a long and lonely year for him.

"Can't say he's much of a date, eh?" grinned Black. "Wouldn't fancy my chances with his track record, even if I played for the other team!" Matthews looked at him with open distaste. Guy was a good enough officer, but a shocking human being sometimes.

Then they both looked back over at the couch, more than a little curious. 

Tyler Barton sat back on his seat, face pale and haggard, a hand running through his sweat-soaked hair. He glanced over at the side table; Matthews' eyes followed. There was a framed picture standing there, of Barton with another, laughing, handsome guy. Must be Maxwell, Matthews supposed. Simple little snapshot, really; nice display...

Tyler Barton's face had gone such a shocking shade of white that he looked as if he'd pass out on the spot.

"Poor sod," Matthews murmured. "Guess that's just the way of some guys' luck." 



Anniversary



It seemed nothing was going right lately.

Our fifth anniversary was approaching but our schedules were crazy, the kids demanded constant attention and when the day finally came no restaurant in town could seat us. The topper came when Sharon, who had been battling a bad case of the sniffles all week, lost her battle with the bug and wanted nothing more than to crawl under the comforters and hopefully sleep it off.

Sharon felt really bad about 'ruining' our special night, as she liked to call it, but simply didn't have the strength to do anything. I tried my best to comfort her, telling her it wasn't her fault, that we'd just had a run of really abysmal luck, but I have to admit that I was deeply disappointed and I knew she was too. We'd managed to get my bachelor brother to entertain the kids - a miracle to find him home on the weekend - and my visions of a romantic dinner and maybe a movie or show, and possibly even some anniversary sex flew out the window. I felt like a real shit, but I was really looking forward to some crazy, uninhibited sex, the kind we used to have at a moment's notice before we became parents, took on a mortgage and let a myriad of worries and responsibilities, big and small, wear us down. The thought of spending a beautiful late winter Saturday night, our anniversary, crystal clear air featuring glittering stars on yesterday's six inches of pristine snow, basically alone watching television started my mood sliding south.

We ordered a pizza and opened a bottle of wine although she didn't feel like drinking and hardly touched her food. Disappointment hung in the air like humidity and I tried to force down a slice so that I wouldn't get totally plastered when I finished off the bottle later when she'd gone to bed.

After dinner Sharon as a combination goodwill gesture and apology brought out some of our adult movies we had squirreled away from the general population of family fare. It was better than what was on cable, I suppose, but this was one of the relatively few times that I didn't want to watch porn. She gave me a quick kiss on the forehead and I felt how warm her lips were from her low-grade fever. She then went into the bedroom to get changed. I assumed she'd put on her fleece pjs and that would be it for the anniversary. I poured another big glass of shiraz and glumly went through the videos looking for something to jerk off to.

Sharon emerged about ten minutes later and I nearly fell off the couch. She had put on some makeup, taking some of the pallor out from her face, and her shoulder-length red hair gleamed from the good brushing she had just given it, not exactly styled but free-flowing like a young girl's. It took a minute to realize that she had squeezed herself into her skintight pvc dress and matching knee-high stiletto heeled boots that I had bought her several years ago before our oldest daughter was born. She'd only worn the outfit once or twice to humor me and I had assumed she'd either gotten rid of it or banished it to some clothing gulag in the basement or attic. Sharon is on the petite side but is quite curvy - she'd say she was fat - and always claimed that she looked dumpy or cheap in the shiny skintight material. I always thought she looked great in it - a little zaftig fills out fetishwear more than a stick figure does, in my book. I knew she was feeling like crap and yet here she was, decked out in my favorite naughty outfit, just for me. I cursed myself silently for my selfishness.

Sharon took one of our mutual favorites and put the dvd in the player, making sure that as she bent over I got a long view of her ample behind, panties-free under the tight skirt, stretching the pvc to its utmost. As the dvd fired up she returned to the couch and knelt in front of me, pulling off my pants and underwear. She smiled weakly and gave me a few half-hearted licks. Her hands, usually ice-cold from her poor circulation, were quite warm from her fever and my penis began to respond to her attentions. My wife is an expert at handjobs; she has practiced for years on me and her variations are wonderful - dry, lubed, and for a rare treat her beautiful leather dress gloves; but her heart wasn't in it tonight. I could tell she was making a supreme effort for me even though I knew she only wanted to go to sleep. I told her that a handjob, while greatly appreciated, wasn't necessary and that we could just snuggle watching the movie. 

To my surprise she sat on my lap. As her weight settled in I felt the heat of her body coming through the pvc clothing. The smooth slickness of the material slid across my thighs and groin as she adjusted herself into a comfortable position. I put my arms around her and held her closely and lovingly, more like a young teenager on a semi-innocent date than a grown man, rapidly approaching middle-age, sitting naked on a couch with a beautiful woman in shiny black pvc sitting in his lap watching a porno on the home theatre.

We stayed that way through the entire movie, with Sharon occasionally wiggling her plump behind, grinding into me. She had settled herself so that her weight was not uncomfortable for me and my circulation remained flowing. My hard-on was neither wilting nor overstimulated by the contact with her smooth, shiny ass; I was enjoying a nice, constant low level of arousal.

The movie ended and I turned off the dvd player, leaving the orphaned television screen glowing an electronic blue light into the dim room. We sat there in silence for a while, each lost in our thoughts. I mused over how I had proposed to her years ago in a restaurant that no longer existed; our honeymoon in Hawaii and the birth of our children; and finally how much Sharon meant to me as a friend and companion as well as a lover. While I was disappointed that our plans had fallen through for tonight I was also quite content to simply sit and hold my wife. My reverie was lost as Sharon shifted her weight and got up off me. She stood up and stretched, the ample curves of her body gleaming as it filled her pvc dress in the blue light of the living room. She smiled at me once again and knelt on all fours next to me on the couch. It seemed she had one more surprise for me. Looking at me over her shoulder she gave me one of the most enticing glances she'd ever given. She then wiggled her gleaming black ass at me in invitation.

Sharon's ass is my favorite part of her body. I can't keep my hands off it, whether giving her a playful pat as she does the dishes or dealing out a surprise spank or pinch during lovemaking. Doggy style is my favorite position with her, and my one regret is that I have not yet been able to persuade her into letting me fuck her in her adorable pink poop chute. Here she was, presenting her luscious backside to me on our anniversary to do with as I pleased although I knew she probably wanted only to curl up and go to sleep. She looked at me again, offering me my pleasure, and I paused. I didn't want to just pound away at her; she really didn't feel well and the few times she's let me fuck her while she wasn't really into it left me feeling let down, unsatisfied and selfish afterward. I didn't want to repeat the experience, but I also didn't want to refuse her gift. After weighing my options I knelt behind her and grabbed her hips.

I slowly began rubbing myself across her shiny backside, the warm slickness of it exciting me more and more. The weight of my body as I leaned into her forced my hard-on into the groove between her buttocks, and my dripping pre-cum lubricated the pvc into a slick tunnel that became almost resistance-free as I began to pump faster and faster. The couch groaned under my assault, and my grunts seemed obscenely loud in the late-night quiet of the darkened living room. My darling Sharon didn't say a word as I slid myself back and forth against her pvc-covered bottom. I didn't want her to do anything; I wanted to do the work. She of course had a different idea. As I sawed against her smooth, slick ass she stretched one leg back and began to rub her boot against my thigh. The sensation of her caressing me with her killer boot, made of the same material as her dress, sent me over the edge. I felt my balls contracting and a pulse of cum shot out of my hard-on. In the blue light of the television it seemed to hang in mid-air before traveling across Sharon's shiny ass and back, reaching almost to where her tousled red hair swished across her shoulders.

We stayed there for a moment, she looking at me over her shoulder with a sly smile and I looking back at her, on all fours in a skintight black dress, white jism gleaming wetly on her shiny black backside. Casually I ran my finger across her back through the goo and held it out to her. Smiling devishly she popped my finger into her mouth and licked it clean, her warm tongue swirling sensuously around my digit as if she was blowing it.

I got up from the couch and we both laughed as my knees cracked loudly in the quiet room. I went and got a towel and methodically wiped my spunk off her shiny outfit. When I was satisfied that the job was done I embraced her tightly. She smiled weakly at me and we kissed briefly and passionately. I fell in love with my beautiful, generous wife all over again. I caressed her hair and tenderly kissed her forehead. I then picked her up, carried her into the bedroom, peeled off her sexy outfit and replaced it with her comfy pjs and tucked her into bed. She fell asleep immediately.

I lay there next to her until I fell asleep, alternately looking at the moonlit snow outside and my slumbering darling. She gives me so much, and I often find myself wanting when it comes to reciprocation. There's nothing that I wouldn't do for her. She's my life.

It was an anniversary to remember.



Anniversary



It's hard to believe we have been together for a year. The pleasure I have felt as a result of our relationship has made the last year seem to last forever, yet pass so quickly. Thinking of what you have meant to me has inspired me to make today special.

As you come home from work, you notice the smell of lavender permeating the house. "I thought you might like to relax before we go to dinner." I say. Seizing the opportunity to soak in a fragrant tub, you begin to strip, leaving a trail of your business suit, silky blouse, stockings, bra and finally those pink French cut silk panties I bought you. Leaving the panties by the side of the tub, you slip into the hot water and sigh. I allow you to soak in the smells surrounding the tub. The lavender capturing your body and taking you to another place, away from the job you have learned to tolerate.

Once you begin to open your eyes, you notice I haven't left your side. I have a soft washcloth in my hand, but toss it to the side in lieu of using my hands to rub lather into your body. I concentrate on your neck, the part of your shoulders where your large breasts have caused your bra strap to create indentations and the bottom of your breasts for the same reason. After taking care of your immediate relaxation needs, I move to your feet and massage the soreness from them. Moving to your calves, your thighs, your hips, I repeat the soft but firm caresses that bring a sense of peace to your lower body.

It's time to go back to your upper body. I foam up your favorite luffa and ask you to lean forward. I begin cleaning your back in soft strokes at first, but soon begin to scrub harder at your request. When I am done, your skin glows pink. I then allow you to compose yourself as I go to dress. I wear your favorite suit. The olive green double breasted with a white shirt and black and green tie.

When you get to the bedroom, I notice you selected the towel that really didn't cover your incredible body. You dress seductively in the outfit I have laid out on the bed for you. Black fishnet stockings and garter, black silk panties and a dress you have never seen before. It's black and white, which would suggest being conservative. This dress was anything but. Low cut in both front and back, wearing this dress precluded wearing a bra. The bottom part of the dress was long, but had long slits along each side. The slits were long enough to give a glimpse of the tops of your stockings under the right circumstances. You pour yourself into the dress as you watch me put the final touches on my chosen evening attire. As you do, you wonder how I was able to guess your dress size so precisely without having you try it on first.

After you complete your preparations, I take you to the porch. "But the car is in the garage...?", you question. Just as you complete your question, you notice a limo pull up. You look at me and beam. You have never been in a limo before. Just the look I was hoping for

The ride to the restaurant was cozy. I laughed to myself. We had all this room in the back, but we stayed cuddled up like two kittens sleeping. Not that I was complaining, mind you. You picked out my favorite fragrance to wear and it's scent mixed with your rising passion intoxicated me. We pulled up to the restaurant and I held my elbow out to you. Taking the hint, you take my elbow and I escort you in.

The maitre-d quickly takes us to our tables and seats us near the balcony, overlooking the ocean. You see the small lights of far away boats shimmering on the surface of the water. Breathtaking. I hope you didn't think I was going to take you Red Lobster or something like that. I only want the best for this night.

I tried to concentrate on my steak, but the juicy pink middle distracted me. You didn't help matters with your smoldering looks of passion. It's been a year, but I feel myself responding much the same way I did the first time we kissed. The look on your face tells me you feel the same. You excuse yourself from the table and I watch you sashay to the ladies room. Fighting the temptation to follow you, I sit and drink in the sight. When you finally return, you put what I think is a scarf into my suit jacket pocket. Upon further inspection, I notice a slight fragrance and wonder where you got the scarf. My question is answered when I recognize the scent. It's unmistakably you. You placed your panties in my pocket to entice me even more.

Somehow I manage to get through dinner without taking you right on top of the table. Barely. We decide to pass on dessert, waiting for the delicious treats waiting at home.

If we were close in the limo before, we were even closer on the way home. I had planned to take you dancing, but I don't think I could take the excitement. Instead, I carry you over the threshold and into the bedroom. You notice I managed to put the silk sheets onto the bed and even turned down the spread and put a mint on the pillow. Those little extra touches seem to make the difference.

I slowly pull your clothes from your body. Without any undergarments, the task doesn't take long. Pulling your stockings from your legs brings me to full attention. Your skin is so soft. I want to take care of you. I want to fulfill your every need tonight. The last thing to go is your garter. I have something in mind for you.

"Lie down" I ask. You immediately respond. Looking down at your nude body is almost more than I can take. I place your hands about your head and tell you to hold on to the headboard. "I will continue the massage only as long as you hold on. If you let go, I will stop."

I straddle your ass and lightly rub cherry massage oil into your back. Not enough to relax your muscles, just enough to spread the oil evenly. Much to your delight, I begin to kiss your back. Up and down, side to side. Then I begin to blow hot moist air on your spine. The oil begins to warm. This oil is called hot love oil, because it gets hot with a person's breath. That's just what it is doing now.

I alternate between kisses, licks and breath. Going further and further down your back. I spread more oil, this time on your taut ass. Repeating the steps on your glorious cheeks, I knead your ass softly, then more firmly. Kissing, licking, breathing. You almost let go of the headboard when I part your legs and rub oil on your inner thighs. Good girl, you keep your composure. Now down to your calves and finally to your feet. My Gawd. I am enjoying this as much as you seem to be.

I turn you over, keeping your hands in contact with the headboard. I kiss your mouth fully, telling you how lucky I am for having you. I kiss your cheek, smelling your perfume. I then kiss your neck. I rub some of the oil on your neck and wait. You begin to squirm in anticipation of my hot breath caressing your neck. I kiss you again before breathing on your throat. The sensation seems to shoot down to your clit and back up. I straddle your hips to prepare to service your upper body.

I lean forward and breathe down your body before applying the oil. "This is your before massage." I glide my hands down your trunk, tickling your ribs and spending a moment on your belly button. I notice your grip on the headboard fluctuates between almost none existent to a death grip. I make a big production of oiling my hands, rubbing my fingers just over your face. Your bottom lip begins to quiver as I lower my hands to your body.

My first pass misses your breasts entirely. I concentrate on your stomach and ribs and repeat the kissing, licking and breathing. You are writhing on the bed in an attempt to get your breasts to my mouth with no avail. You even playfully curse me for my teasing, but I can tell you enjoy this process as much as I do. Finally, I apply the oil to your breasts, EXCEPT your nipples. More kissing. More licking. More breathing.

"Would you like something else?" I ask. "What the fuck do you think I want!" is your answer. I laugh and pour the oil directly to your nipples. Each drop brings your already erect nipples to a new height. I use just my index finger to smooth out the oil, slooooooowly and gently. I feel your hips circle beneath my ass. I lower my mouth to your nipples and with a whistle like pucker, I begin to warm your nipples. As the heat rises in the points of your soft breasts, you begin to let go of the headboard to pull my head closer, but remember what I said. If you let go, you get no more. You resume your grip on the headboard and instead push your upper body to my mouth. I relent and suckle your nipple. In incomprehensible moan oozes liquidly from your soul. All the while, my hands explore your body.

My mouth once again travels the delicious terrain of your body. Traveling from the mountains of your breasts to the flatlands of your stomach. Kissing down one side of your belly, I stop at your hip and pull my hands under your ass. Licking the small slope of your pelvis and firmly pulling up on your ass. I can smell your womanly scent and it has gotten stronger. My, my, you are getting excited. Time for me to pay attention to your pussy. I spread your thighs and my mouth ventures into the valley of your mons. Licking the newly shaved areas of your pussy, I pause to ensure you have not let go of the headboard. You are still being a good girl, so I continue. I pull one of your lips into my mouth and pull it slightly, savoring the taste. I do the same to the other side. I see your juices leaking from your moist tunnel. Pointing my tongue, I plunge my tongue into your wetness and begin to fuck you with it. My nose teases your clit as my tongue enters in and out. As you begin to buck your hips, I pull my tongue from deep inside you and capture your clit in my lips. As soon as I begin to suck, the teasing takes it's toll and you begin to cum. Not your average orgasm. This is the beginning of an explosion. Your legs wrap around my ears and your hands nearly pull the headboard down on us. Damn, I'm glad we spent the extra money for the bed.

When the eruptions subside to minor tremors, you release my head and I climb your body to kiss you deeply. At that point, I stand up and take off my clothes. I place my cock at the entrance of your mouth and you take it in. Shallow at first, but deeper and deeper with each following stroke. I stop you before I get to the point of now return. I want to fuck you now. I want to fuck you hard.

As I move into a position below your open legs, I look at you. Your gaze has drifted to a far off place, dreamily focusing on the ceiling or something beyond. In an effort to bring you back, I rub the head of my cock on your slit and clit. I realize you are back with me when your hips respond to my ministrations. I slowly push my cock into your pussy as you wrap your legs around my hips. Slowly and moving side to side as well as in and out, I begin to find a rhythm. Pushing and driving into your intimate opening. Faster and harder. Pulling your legs up and over my shoulders, I begin to drive harder. You begin to cum again and your constrictions on my cock are too much for me. I moan deeply as I empty myself into you. My hips joined with your's. My hips making small, forceful pushing motions, rubbing hard against your clit. Each push brings another climax. Finally, I collapse onto your body.

As I roll over onto my back, I pull you on top of me, breaking your hand's contact with the headboard. I kiss you again and pull you closer. "Happy Anniversary"...



Anniversary



He stretches and looks down on her sleeping form, stretching out a finger He slides it over her left breast. Watching as her nipple becomes erect, her body reacting in its usual way to His touch. He trails His finger tip down over her torso and down to her waist. Watching as she writhes slightly and then turn onto her side.

Shuffling closer He curls His body around hers, barely touching her as He trails His finger over her side. His cock twitching as His finger moves over her ass cheeks, down under to the tops of her thighs then back to the small of her back.

Reaching over He slides His finger tips over her shaven pussy, pushing His finger between her pussy lips above her clit. Slowly He starts to rub His finger tip on her clit, watching and smiling as her legs spread wide for Him. 

Pushing His body up against hers He starts to rub hard on her clit, her moans telling Him what effect He was having on her. His cock rubbing up against her ass cheeks as He slides His fingers down into her wet hole, pushing three deep inside her. Slowly at first to tease her, her moans getting louder but her eyes remain closed. 

Ramming His fingers in and out, His thumb rubbing against her clit. Watching and feeling her hips buck on His fingers, He pushes them in deep curling His fingers against her g-spot and rubbing on it. 

"MASTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" she gasps, He knows she's ready to cum for Him.

" Cum My slut, cum for your Master." He growls in her ear.

Bucking her hips up high, she cums hard on His inserted fingers, her body shudders and her pussy quivers as she tries to catch her breath. 

Sliding His fingers out He spreads her ass cheeks, teasing her tight asshole. Pushing just the tip of one finger in then another. Pushing them in deeper with each thrust, He spreads her puckered hole with another finger. Thrusting them in and out as she pushes back onto His fingers. 

Taking His hard cock into His hand He pushes the tip between her ass cheeks, removing His fingers He eases His cock tip into her ass. He starts to wank His cock, His fingers hitting her hole and her ass cheeks. 

"Please Master," she begs "Please Master please fuck the ass You Own. Please Master." 

He starts to push His cock deeper in her ass, building up a rhythm till His cock is fully inside her He then pushes up hard inside her. Slowly He starts to build up His rhythm again, fucking her tight asshole like the whore He knows she is, the whore she is for Him and Him alone.

Moaning loudly as she feels each thrust, feeling His cock deep in her ass she reaches between her thighs and rubs on His balls. Stroking and teasing them with her fingers as He fucks her ass, hearing His growls and moans in her ear she pushes back hard. 

" Ohhhh fuck you whore you." He growls, His finger nails digging into her hips as He thrusts harder and faster. 

Hearing Him growl heightens her own orgasm, feeling herself ready to explode again she rubs hard over His balls.

"Pleaseeee Massssterrrrr immmm cummmingggggggggg for Youuuuuuu ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" she cries out as her orgasm washes over her body, her pussy dripping with cum. 

With one final thrust He cums in her tight asshole, filling her with His cum. Pulling out slowly as she releases His balls, dipping His head He bites her neck hard and listens to her soft moans.

" Morning my slut," He growls in her ear " That was just a taster of today's play." He grins as He rubs His hands over her body "Think today is the day my slut will start to wear my mark." 

He moves from behind her and slides of the bed, He goes over to the cabinet and brings out His sheathed knife. Looking from the knife to His slut and back to the knife a grin spreads across His face. He walks back to the bed and kneels beside her, rolling her body over He cuffs both her hands to the bed post. Unsheathing the knife He slides the cold knife blade over her ass cheeks, hearing her moans and watches as her body shudders.

He draws a circle with the tip of His knife, slowly and carefully He starts to draw his initial on her ass just below the small of her back. Moving the knife He carves the initial into her ass cheek. 

Eyes widening she cries out as He digs the knife into her skin, feeling Him carve at her flesh she bites down hard on her bottom lip. The pain searing through her ass, her pussy getting wetter with the feel of the sweet pleasurable pain that is coursing through her body. 

He dips His head down and licks at the blood around the marking , licking His tongue tip over and around it. 

"MMMMM My slut you taste wonderful and My initial looks fantastic on your ass." He kisses the skin then carefully turns her onto her side, He brings the knife up to her lips and she kisses it. He re-sheathes the knife and uncuffs her wrists, moving away from the bed He fetches a bowl with some cool water in it and a cloth. Carefully He washes it over the carving, He watches as she flinches slightly as the cool water hits her skin.

" Thank You Master, i will wear Your mark with honour and pride just as i wear Your collar."

He climbs onto the bed next to her, curls His body around hers and strokes her flesh from shoulder to thigh.

"Happy Anniversary My sweet slut" He kisses her neck and holds her tightly to Him. 

" Happy Anniversary my Lord and Master." she snuggles up to Him and purrs contentedly.



Anniversary



Aurora knew Bob had forgotten the seventh anniversary of their first date. It didn't matter, as husbands weren't supposed too, nevertheless she had decided to make it a surprise evening, something for him to remember. She had been twenty-one and eager to learn what he wanted but for the last few years he had neglected his role as teacher. Some weeks ago she decided to make it a special night just for him. Giving up smoking had been difficult but worth it. Now it was going to provide the means of a surprise. He was always home for six on a Friday, then out to the squash club. This Friday he would stay in. 

The hypnotist had been reluctant at first but eventually relented to her insistent request that had become a nagging demand. Over the past three weeks an intensive course of hypnosis had concentrated not on smoking, but on another form of control. She was planning to give her husband complete control of her body for what ever he wanted of it. When hypnotised she would be completely helpless to resist whatever he wanted to do with her. Over the weeks the suggestion went deeper, becoming stronger at each session. Eventually it overcame her inhibitions to leave her completely available to him. The therapist reminded her again that she was very vulnerable in this state and should take great care to whom she gave such power. 

When she had asked the inevitable question he told her it would take a long time to overcome this state but yes it was possible. Until then she would become susceptible any time the commanding phrase was used. Without consulting the therapist she practised for an hour each day deepening its effect. It was exciting pushing her self further each day while daydreaming what he might do to her. With each session she instructed herself to obey, which gave her a thrill, knowing someone could walk in to the house finding her in this defenceless state. 

She wondered at her own daring often having to goad her self as a dare so that she could carry on. When they had first met they had acted out such games where now it would be for real. At last the day had arrived. It wasn't too late; she could back out right up to six this evening. Besides it may not be so completely effective in reality. There would always be that little part of her subconscious that held back from complete submission. With the sound of the clock chiming she would go under and not come round until it struck, an hour later. 

As the hour approached the intricate plans now seemed like a silly idea. Telling herself it was just last minute nerves she sat to wait the hour. An envelope was on the kitchen table with a note pointing to it on the fridge door and another stuck to the microwave. This envelope held the explanation for they're being no evening meal ready, as he would expect. Instead it told him she was waiting in the lounge as this evening's special treat. She would be waiting for him to be her master. The phrase to bring her out of the hypnotic state and an explanation as to exactly what he could do with her was there too. Anything. As a matter of safety she would come round on hearing the clock strike seven leaving the hypnotic state behind to once more be in control of her own fate. She looked up to see the clock is about to strike six. If she stands and leaves the room now it will be over before it begins. He never need know of the silly idea. Nerves prevent her from standing, then it is too late, the clock strikes six bells. 

She must now simply sit there waiting for him. Unable to move without a command she must await her fate. Five past and she begins to worry he will not come home, leaving her there for a full hour. Anything could happen in an hour. Why did she not think of this until now? Anyone could walk in with her unable to resist his every command.

Bob is late and has brought home a new member of staff. Without entering the kitchen or the lounge he rushes upstairs. At the same time telling her to look after their guest. While her husband was in the shower the young man asked her what was the matter. The trigger phrase still hadn't bee spoken yet so she was safe. He sees the note in the kitchen. Standing before her, he reads the note. A knowing look passes across his face. A little frightened she knows he may be in command of her until Roger appears to the rescue. Why didn't she command herself to specifically obey her husband rather than just whoever reads the phrase. The answer she knew was that it was a part of the excitement. She hears the expected words exactly as phrased in her imagination and on the piece of paper. The phrase had been spoken and now she was ready for his every command. "You will not tell your husband anything I ask you to do or that you do in this room unless I specifically tell you to. Do you understand?" "I understand." "Good. Lift your dress up to your waist." Obeying the young man brings a shocking thrill rocketing through her body leaving her reeling. Taken by surprise she momentarily rationalises it is naughty but safe. Any moment her husband will run down the stairs to rescue her. Giving in to the thrilling emotion she feels her whole body tingling to this rude and sudden intrusion of her privacy. Standing before him, displaying the naughty underwear meant for her husbands delight, she felt a wave of emotion physically taking over. Knowing she would be willing to please this young man in any way he wished was outrageously stimulating. Of course she wouldn't be able to tell anyone about this rude young man and he obviously knew this too.

That he knew she would do anything he asked was stimulating her to distraction. Was it possibly releasing her from any remaining inhibition? Knowing time was on her side allowed her to give in to the wave of emotion swamping her senses. Seeming to sweep away some remaining reservations she allowed herself to be completely dominated. As though descending a shaft she felt herself float down to be left looking up at herself in some remote way. What was he going to do with her, was a curiosity rather than a fear. On top of that her body was taken up and driven wildly by the rich mixture of hormones coursing through her veins. 

"I'm sorry Aury I've got to return to the office." He told her. The young man knows this and has instructed her to say. "I've booked a table at a restaurant. That's why nothing is ready." In confusion she wonders what is to happen next. "I'll accompany her if you like." The young man volunteers. Bob hesitated but she has been primed to tell him. "No you go to the office it will be OK! I'll cancel!" "Daren hasn't eaten all day, we've been working so hard. He's new so let's show him we look after our employees. Thanks Daren, the offer is accepted. Aury can drive you. You can get a taxi to the office in the morning." Bob said. He turns to her and she dreads what he will say next. At that moment the arousal leaves her to be replaced by fear. He is about to repeat a favourite phrase. "Do as you are told, Aury. Now go with Daren and make sure he has a good time. Both of you have a good time. That's an order Aury." He looks at his watch and dashes out. The phrase rings through her head. Do as you are told. Make sure he has a good time. That's an order. Her husband has not rescued her but handed her more firmly to this stranger. She was now under orders to please him.

He was looking at the outline of her breasts through the dress almost licking his lips in anticipation. "Please. Just say the phrase. I won't say anything to anyone. Release me and forget about this." She said awkwardly. She knew instinctively he wouldn't just let her go so hoped to persuade him to slow down long enough for the hour to pass. Once she heard the clock chime in an hours' time she would be free. Just thirty minutes to go. "Lift up your dress." He said. Perhaps he would just tease her she thought while lifting the hem around her waist showing off a pair of black stockings with a matching suspender belt. "Take the dress off." He said. "Please don't make me do this." She pleaded with him. Standing there in her underwear she felt so much more vulnerable than if she were naked. Why did it seem so awful to be doing this in the lounge? "Take off your bra. Smile. Give me a great big smile." He said. "That's it a lovely nice smile. Shoulders back. Push them out. Show me you're proud of them." He told her.

"Please don't do this to me Daren." She said. It was all she could think of saying with her head in a whirl of feelings. "Call me, Sir." He said. She had brought this terrible situation on herself and she dare not upset him for what might he do to her then. "Yes, Sir." She replied obediently. "Don't you want to show off your beautiful body? It's no good denying it. You're turned on. Feel those panties." He said. She felt the crotch of her panties as commanded, curious as to what he meant. They were wet from her juices and now aware she could smelt it. Her sex was on fire. "You can't wear those they're soaking wet." He said. She immediately drew them down one leg at a time still standing before him aware he watched every move. 

He was surprised. There had been no order to remove them she had just assumed there was. He concluded she was as excited as she looked, ready for anything. "Gather your things and we'll go upstairs and get you ready for this restaurant. What food do you like?" He asked. In a panic she looked at the clock. If they left the room now she wouldn't hear the chimes at seven. He must be delayed at all costs. Bending over to pick up her clothes she displayed herself to him but was more concerned with not leaving the room. "Please let me go, Sir. You've seen everything, Sir. What more do you want, Sir?" She said. As the words left her mouth she realised that was not a wise thing to say, or was it? If he tried it on with her here at least she could stop him when the chimes struck seven. "Stop it now before things go too far, please, Sir!" She pleaded. Wanting to get on her knees to beg before him it struck her this might inspire him to use her right then so it was just as well she couldn't make a move without his order.

"I'll make a deal with you." He said. She looked at the clock with only two minutes to go. "Don't speak unless you have to and I won't order you into silence." He said. She thought about it a moment then nodded her agreement. If she couldn't speak at all there wouldn't be a chance of talking him out of anything he wanted. She wouldn't be able to scream for help. This was a frightening thought. "Upstairs now. Quickly!" He commanded. Running into her bedroom she felt defeated knowing from there the chimes would ring unheard.

Standing by the dressing table she wondered what was in store next. The bed looked neat and tidy, freshly prepared. "Dump those things on the floor while I look for something more suitable for an evening out." He told her. Watching him rummage in the wardrobe she was surprised that he had really meant they were going out. She had been convinced this was a rouse to get her into the bedroom without complaining too much. It was difficult to know whether to be disappointed or fearful of going out in this state of vulnerability. A dress was thrown onto the bed. "Try that on." He said. In haste she covered herself. Glancing at the mirror out of the corner of her eye knowing in any case the effect it would have. It had been worn when single when it had been daring for her then. The glance told her all she needed to know and his look confirmed it. 

Her breasts were bigger now where it hugged her pushing them up to flow over its top in a deep cleavage. "Very nice." He said. "Come on let's go." He added taking a hold of her hand. This was the first time he had touched her which seemed funny somehow after being naked. "Please, Sir. Can I talk?" She asked. He held both her hands before him, admiring her body. "You may speak." He said. "Thank you, Sir. I need panties, Sir." She said. Feeling ridiculous at the sound of these words she nevertheless had to ask, for the dress was far too short. Besides, the neckline was bad enough, but to go out without any underwear was impossible. "No you don't." He said, smiling indulgently at her. She wanted to tell him it was too short and too light to keep down. Last time she had worn a tight pair of shorts as well as panties so how could she possibly endure going out naked. As she feared he didn't give a chance of protest ordering her, "No more. Leave the dress alone. Just come with me." 

In the car it was difficult to concentrate watching the traffic, her dress riding up and listening to instructions on where to turn. Ordered to leave the dress alone meant she couldn't even hold onto it or pull it down if it rode up. Had he thought of this she wondered, for she couldn't even ask him having been ordered not to mention the dress again? Once they were seated in the restaurant perhaps she would feel more protected with her legs safely tucked under a tablecloth. 

Keeping her head down in case recognised it was difficult to see where he was taking her, but it didn't mater for all she wanted was to get there and sit down. When she looked around she let out a groan. Of all the places to be this was perhaps the worst. Waitresses were scantily clad meaning it could only be 'The Saucy Café' a restaurant she would never want to be seen in and there was a particular reason why. With a bit of luck no one would notice her with all these women roaming around in skimpy outfits. 

Aurora let him order for her preferring to keep her head down not wanting to call him 'Sir' before anyone, even a stranger. At least compared to the waitress she was well covered for she was wearing a cowgirl outfit comprised of a thong under a buckskin loincloth. While they worked through the menu she lifted it to write down their order showing bare thighs revealing a tiny triangle of leather between them. She had to admit it was distracting. "Hi! Daren, how you doing?" A large beefy man asked, placing two huge hands on the partition of their booth. "You like what you see? She's a new girl but I'm sure the word has got round about you." He added. She was right no one was noticing her with all this flesh on display. What surprised her was that there were quit a few women customers with their partners when she thought the place would be exclusively male. 

"My who have we here?" He asked. 'No!' She thought Daren was introducing her. "Your welcome as usual Daren, but not that bitch!" He said with venom. "Her husband denied me planning permission for a place in town. I lost a bundle on the property; everyone knew I had to sell to buy this place. You had better get her out of here." He said, his big red face looking mean. "Do you want to leave?" Daren asked her. She knew she would have to answer dreading the words that would leave her lips. "Yes, Sir. Please, Sir." She said. The tremor in her voice coupled with the words she used stopped the big man in his tracks. He slid into a spare seat. "What are you up to? Is she really who I think she is?" He asked, still staring at her, examining every inch of her attempting to see what game they were playing.

She sank lower in the seat trying desperately to avoid the intense inspection. "Your not trying to put one over on me, are you lad?" He asked. Daren laughed. He sent her to the bathroom where she sat in a cubicle. This was a rare establishment where there was no waiting for the ladies bathroom even when busy. With astonishment she reasoned if he had ordered her not to speak she wouldn't be able to ask him to go to the bathroom, what then? Would she have peed her panties? "Oh! No! I'm not wearing any!" She remembered. At that moment she was glad to have been sent away while Darren calmed him down. It then occurred to her she had better get back to their table before someone speaks to her, just in case it's interpreted as an order. While she was gone Daren explained what had happened. The big man laughed.

No sooner had she sat than Daren told her. "Follow Jake. You must follow his orders." Appalled at this order she threw Daren a desperate whisper. "Please! Don't make me go, Sir. I'll do whatever you want, Sir. " Still rising from the seat ready to carry out an order knowing refusal was impossible. Darren smiled reassuringly at her then a knowing wink gave some hope. Perhaps fears of the worst were unfounded though it was obvious she was to be punished in some way, with the fear growing with each step through the kitchen. She desperately looked from side to side wondering if there was someway to escape. With some small relief she sensed she wasn't to be abused by this stranger, as he led her into a changing room. "Get changed. You're going to be a waitress for the evening." He watched as she stripped off the dress quickly pulling on an outfit not bothering to examine it, eager to be covering her body and very grateful not to be servicing this stranger. He gave the usual instructions he gave any waitress, which for her was an order to be obeyed. 

In a daze she contemplated this had not been her plan when all she had wanted was to invigorate her husband, not display herself in a seedy restaurant. Jake would have been angry at such a description of his establishment that was far from seedy rather it was plush, an expensively decorated restaurant. Dressed in a red low cut corset with breasts on display she was led back into the dining area. At least she now wore a pair of panties though they were almost see-through. Suspended from the corset the same sheer black stockings gripped her white thighs. Before she started work he commanded her. "Make sure you give the customers what they want. The tips are pooled so make sure you do your bit to earn them." He commanded her. With trepidation she entered the throng wondering if he realised the significance of such an order.

The meals were in small portions encouraging customers to order more dishes bringing the waitress to the table more often, together with an inventive note pad being a part of the entertainment. Aurora's note pad was particularly personal. "I'll have a number 45." The customer said, adding this to the list upon her breast in bright red lipstick. "Yes, Sir." She muttered as an automatic response to their teasing notes. The three men at the table had added their order to her thighs, her bottom and were now working upon her breasts with their drink order. "I'll have a double zero." He said circling a nipple using bright red lipstick with another circling it. His buddy did the same to her other swelling nipple. The sensations coursing through her body were electric ringing a bell directly between her legs until again she was quivering with sexual vibrations. The customers knew the strict rule not to touch though this was more devastating than if they had squeezed her breast.

At last Daren had become bored with watching the teasing of her body so with a quick word to the owner she was returned to him still dressed in lipstick graffiti. "Don't sit, we're off." He told her. "Yes, Sir." She replied with a sigh of relief. She had wanted to scream and cry and beg for relief the tension had built so high she thought the hypnotic spell would surely release her but instead she had dutifully carried out the humiliating tasks to the letter. Too busy with the thought of escape she cared little that her body was on show as they left. On the drive to wherever he was taking her she was mortified to find how the evening had left her bereft of control. She wanted to beg him to take her. No one had even touched her body, at least not directly; even Daren had merely held her hands, yet she was tormented with a desperate need. It didn't matter where he was taking her, whatever he wanted her to perform, just so as long as the all consuming need was satisfied. 

"Here we are. A customer has been arranged for you. You must go in there and perform for him. Whatever he wants, however sordid, you will do it. You've been bought and paid for. Understand?" Daren asked. Not even able to give her usual reply she nodded her head trembling with fear. She had been sold to a stranger knowing even without the hypnotic command she would debase herself before him in the hope she too would be satisfied. It terrified her that some stranger was going to use her as whore for the night. Trying desperately not to feel pleased that at last she was going to be taken she failed miserably when her legs defying her took up a faster stride. Not looking to see if there was anyone on the street she walked directly up the steps to find an open door. 




Anniversary



In the dark she walked down a hallway toward a light. Turning into the room a bright light shone in her eyes. "Put your hands to your sides." A voice spoke out of the blackness. Unable to see a face not even a shape she nevertheless obeyed. "Turn around, let me see what I have paid for. Take those clothes off and wash yourself. In the corner to your right." He said. She stumbled off with the light following her every movement. Completely naked she washed off customer's orders from the naked note pad. Without being told she dropped the towel and shuffled following the light. In the dark the man sat examining her. "On the chair is a tube. Pick it up. Bend over the chair. Spread your legs." He ordered. The light was trained directly upon her rear with him watching every movement. "Put the tube into you arse, and squeeze it." Came the voice. "No!" She thought, "I can't do this." Yet her hands continued of their own volition and she felt the cold sensation rise up inside. "Put your hands in the loops." The voice commanded. Wriggling she managed to squeeze both hands between the hard leather straps. "Pull on them." The voice said and the straps closed tight about her wrists. Bent over the chair with legs spread she bit her lip so as not to cry out as the stranger approached. 

She wanted to scream out, "Not there. I need it in my pussy. I want to feel your come in my pussy." Yet all she could manage was a moan. A pair of hands gripped her hips and a man's hardness nuzzled her greased arse. Slowly it rubbed between her cheeks until with a gentle thrust its head penetrated. She tried to thrust back onto him but he grabbed her hair as she arched her back so there was no movement possible but to close her legs which wasn't going to happen with him there. 

Waiting for him seemed an age for now she lost all reason craving even this sordid sensation with her body taking it as a pleasure. Slowly it rose up inside her. The sensations thrilling her body the humiliation driving her mind to relish every slight movement. A few strokes then it was withdrawn. The torment couldn't be withheld she released a torrent of abuse and came. Slumped over the chair for how long she didn't know. "Stand up." The voice commanded. Unaware when the bonds had been stripped form her wrists she stood again before him unable to see the stranger, not caring. "You're a slut. What are you?" He said. She responded as commanded earlier that evening, which seemed like months before. "Yes, Sir." "I asked you what you are." Came the voice. "I'm a slut." She sobbed. The light shone on the chair again. "Put the blindfold on." The voice commanded. "Lie on the bed." She didn't need to be told to spread her legs as she lie back spread-eagled wearing nothing but a blindfold. 

Panting slightly she lay waiting. When the touch came it startled her. Fingertips rested gently upon her shoulder. She felt his weight upon the edge of the bed. Lips grazed her cheek. A moment later the weight shifted and his breath was on her breast. A lick then a nip of one nipple then nothing. Not a sound. All over her body there were surprises of soft touches and gentle bites. They were driving her insane but she could not move. At last she felt his lips over hers his tongue between her teeth her mouth hung open pliant. He moved on now in constant contact with lips and hands all over her body. When he reached her pussy she wanted to buck her hips up at him but her body lie heavy sunk into the bed. As though this had been her life, forever and always, the movement across every inch of flesh continued leaving her bereft of thought the sensations overtaking her mind.

When he entered her it was neither a shock nor surprise. It was a continuation of movement progressing to this apex. She climaxed immediately already drifting toward it. It curled her toes as the only movement possible. It ever so slowly moved through her body tingling every nerve. Then it was back again. All over her body inside and out the climax stroked her. Then again. No longer a human she had become an automaton continuously climaxing. 

Only one man had been there but many had contributed earlier that evening. Exhausted she lifted both legs to the edge of the bed. Light streamed in through parted curtains. She pulled on her dress not wondering how it had turned up here. Beside the bed were her wages. Rubbing her eyes she managed to read the note. "Aurora, you were such a good whore a bonus has been included. Now you are mine I will call upon you whenever I want you. Until next time!"

In the taxi home she had time to reflect on these words. Whoever he was he knew her name and presumably how to contact her. Did he also know of the hypnotic phrase? Was that what he meant. He could phone her and summon her to be used again. She handed over the wages to the taxi driver, which amounted to the fare with only a reasonable tip. She had only been a cheap whore. He looked at her as he had the whole trip with a smirk on his face not saying a word. What he thought of her she cared not. Stumbling up the path she entered the house only then becoming conscious and rational. In bare feet she approached their bedroom to see their bed hadn't been slept in. A small mercy! Bob hadn't returned from the office. What was this going to do to their relationship dare not be thought of.

With head down, both hands gripping the sink she tried not to think. The whole night was of her making and she was going to have to live with it. When the stranger called her again, for she knew he would, she would have to somehow deal with it. Having programmed herself to respond it would be impossible to refuse. What rocked her conscience was that such a large part of her mind was saying, "Yes!" She looked up into the mirror and gripped the sink with all her might. Across her face in red lipstick was written in unmistakable handwriting the words. 'Happy anniversary Aury!' 



Anniversary



Abigail stripped off her clothes, and climbed into the shower. She was feeling drained and exhausted after another excruciating day on the farm. She turned on the shower and started soaping herself up. She gently caressed her silicone-enhanced breasts, after spreading a foamy lather over each of them and then began honking on her erect nipples remembering how Cathal loved to pull and bite on them during their rampant love-making sessions. She longed for the day that she would feel his touch again, but for now she was settled with his brother as a substitute. Her marriage to Patrick was not filled with the same animal passion as her first marriage to Cathal, but sex with any FitzGerald man was always fantastic regardless of which family member was involved.

She was furiously scrubbing away at her cunt, but couldn't stop thinking about Cathal. It was her who should be with him and not her cheap slut of a daughter. Her fingers began to play with her cunt and she was already wet thinking about Cathal's twelve-inch cock. She continued to play with her tits, while still poking away at her saturated cunt. The stimulation from her finger-fucking was vigorous but swift with a climax so intense that it left her discombobulated. She prolonged the pleasure for about five minutes, as her clitoris continued to swell and she then spread open her legs letting the shower water spray into her pussy.

Having finished showering, Abigail was between two minds as to whether or not she should shave her minge. She had shaven just a few days previously, so she thought it best to leave well enough alone, and besides, Patrick enjoyed the sensation of a short bit of cunt stubble when he was going down on her. She put the razor back in her wash bag and pulled out a potion that was going to solve the problem of Barbara once and for all. Barbara had considered Abigail a witch for years and desperately hoped that the day would come where a house would finally fall on her head, so it really was most fitting the method that Abigail was using to get rid of her enemy. 

Barbara and Cathal hadn't had sex since Aristotle was born, which was now over four weeks. Abigail was aware of this and with it being their one year anniversary, she thought it inevitable that tonight would be the night they would renew their love. She also knew that they were past the Utterly Butterly stage of their relationship and were now using cocoa butter to act as a lubricant during their carnal pleasures. Bearing this in mind, Abigail had concocted a cocktail of seven deadly poisons – strophanthus, thornapple, rat poison, dog mushrooms, ricin, calabar bean and mescal buttons. She had condensed the lethal mix in a blender and had been storing it in an empty shampoo bottle waiting for the right moment to put it into use. She removed the cocoa butter from the bathroom cabinet and mixed in the fatal dose. She closed the lid on the bottle, gave it a good shake and placed it back in the cabinet.

Less than an hour later, Cathal went and fetched the cocoa butter from the bathroom. He and Barbara were about to begin fucking and his bitch was lying on the bed completely naked with her legs wide open and her fanny already dripping wet. She was even hornier than usual that night, after a whole day milking the cows. Cathal's head went straight between her legs, he'd missed the taste of her sugar-coated pussy and his tongue journeyed deep inside her. She began to purr like a Persian Kitten. However, her grunts and groans were drowned out by the sound of Trinity and Adam fucking in the next room.

Trinity had just climaxed and went over to her dressing table and pulled out an eight-inch strap-on dildo. Eight-inches wasn't big in proportion to the men in her family, but she hoped it would be enough to keep her husband satisfied. Despite his homosexual proclivities and his clandestine affair with Father McDermott, Trinity was still determined to do whatever it took to save her ailing marriage to her schizophrenic cousin for the sake of their unborn child. She was still hopelessly devoted to Adam, in spite of him taking a priest as his lover and she was even prepared to blackmail him, if it meant he would still be hers. She knew that if Patrick found out his son was a "friend of Dorothy"; he would tie his legs to the back of a tractor, drag him through the fields and then drown him in the slurry pit.

She fastened the strap-on dildo tightly around her waist and rammed it deep into Adam's eager anus, thrusting it in and out, as he cried with uncontrollable pain. She then grabbed his head and banged it repeatedly against the floor. Trinity gently stroked his raging prick and started to wank him off, as she continued to roger his stretched rectum. He was now screaming like a subservient bitch and his gaping arsehole was burning like the 1666 Great Fire of London. The pleasure that Trinity was giving him was incredibly fierce. Adam couldn't restrain his jism any longer and shot a loadful from his raging prick onto the bedroom floor. 

Meanwhile, Cathal had just applied the toxic cocoa butter to his pulsing member. Barbara began to open her mouth in glee – she was after all the Queen of Blowjobs. Cathal straddled her face and arched back her head. He rammed his beast deep into her throat and started fucking her mouth. There was nothing in life, Barbara loved more than sucking cock and the part that made it most enjoyable was the tickle of semen when it reached the back of her throat. Cathal gave out a mighty yell as he shot out his hot milk, but at that moment Barbara began choking and fell to the ground, as blood poured out of her mouth and her face turned blue. 

Cathal tried to revive her and roared for help. Patrick, Abigail, Adam and Trinity all ran to see what the commotion was about. It was to be of no avail to Barbara, however, as the unstable alcoholic trollop had already fallen to her death. Trinity was devastated having now lost both her parents within the space of a year. Patrick quickly rang Emergency Services and then gave Father O'Dowd a call to let him know of Barbara's passing. Trinity fetched her Rosary Beads and the family all joined together in prayer for the salvation of Barbara's soul, while Abigail was secretly ecstatic at the long overdue demise of her arch-nemesis. The ruthless superbitch had now achieved the most sinister retribution against Barbara.

A few hours had passed and Barbara's body had been taken away for a post mortem, luckily, Abigail had disposed of the evidence by burning the bottle of cocoa butter. Cathal's erection remained stiff like Barbara's frozen corpse, "shagging can prove very difficult when your lover is dead," Abigail callously told Cathal before dropping her towel and giving him a flash of her beautiful cunt. She then gave him a quick kiss good night, leaving him wanting more and knowing it would not be long before his twelve-inch monster would be revisiting her hungry pussy. 



Anniversary



As I walk along the beach near my rented bungalow, the moon illuminates my immediate surroundings. In the distance I can see her approaching me. I don't know that it is her yet, all I see is the exotic red and blue dress. I recognize the dress as one I saw once in an old brochure on Russian culture. She seemingly glides towards me, leaving no prints in the sand. I stop walking and stare at her. The beauty that she possesses, is apparent as the moon casts light across her face.

Soon we are face to face, and I notice then, that I am trembling. I find myself intimidated by her presence. I look down at the sand, and she then reaches out and takes my chin in her hand, raising my head up. I look into her eyes, and feel a calm come over me. She smiles, and then her hand moves up and wipes a tear from my cheek, that I don't even know is there.

She leans closer to me, and kisses me softly on the cheek. I close my eyes as her lips touch my skin. When I open my eyes I am alone again. I turn around and see nothing. My breathing becomes heavy and labored Looking down, I notice that in front of me, leading to my bungalow are a fresh set of footprints, but when I look behind me, there are only my own. I sit down on the sand, as I try to wrap my head around what just happened. It isn't her. It can't be her, but it is. She has returned to me, one year later, just as I always dreamed she would. As I sit on the sand, I stare at the newly created footprints heading to my bungalow. It is impossible, but it is true. 

She has returned.

Once I arrive at my doorstep, I stand there, hesitating to go in. Closing my eyes I turn the door knob, swinging the door open, to reveal the silhouette of her naked form, moving across my bedroom, twenty feet away from where I stand. I swallow hard as I shut the door. I remove my sweater, and hang it on the hook beside the door.

"Come in here, darling." I hear.

I enter my room, and see her laying on the bed, the moonlight casting over her body.

"I've been waiting for you." She whispers.

I stand in the doorway, not sure what to do or to say. She sits up, peering at me. As I looked into her eyes, I am suddenly reliving the crash. The car running off the road as we made our way from our wedding, mere hours before. The tears that fell at the wreckage as she died in my arms, as well as the tears that have fallen all year since. The depression, the failed suicide attempt, and the seven months of therapy. I absorbed a years worth of pain and anguish in a single blink of an eye.

"Honey?"

I walk over and sit down beside her. Her hands find my neck, as she rubs my skin with her gentle touch. 

"I'm here for you baby. Just like we had always wanted. Better late than never, as they always say, right?"

I close my eyes and shake my head. 

"I can't." I whisper. 

She stops, and rests her chin on my shoulder.

"Why not?"

I feel tears sliding down my cheeks. I close my eyes, hoping to stem the flow.

"Because...because," I stammer.

She climbs around my body and sits on my lap, her bare legs wrapped around my waist. She wraps her arms around my neck, and leans in, kissing her way up my neck, to my ear. I feel her nibbling on my earlobe.

"Why?" she coos. She continues to kiss me. I can feel myself getting hard beneath her, as her ass moves slightly against me.

"Because this isn't real."

My eyes still closed, her beautiful delicious scent almost unbearable, I feel her lips softly against my eyelids.

"Reality is a state of mind, love." 

I shake my head slowly. pulling away from her.

"You're not real. No matter how real I want you to be, you'll never be real."

She climbs off of me, and moves over to the head of the bed, her back against the headboard, and stares at me. I can't look at her.

"We never got to express our love for each other. We never consummated our marriage. We were cheated." she said, sadness in her eyes and voice. 

I put my head in my hands. "I'm sorry."

I stand up and walk out of the room, away from what I had dreamt of for the past twelve months. Away from the only woman I had ever truly loved. 

I stop at the door and turn back to look at her. She slowly pulls the cover up to her neck, covering herself. As I shut the door behind me, cool air sweeps over me. I can hear her crying, as the door clicks shut. A sound I'd become accustomed to since the crash. Her cries had become embedded in my brain. They still haunt me to this day.

The next thing I remember is waking up in my bed, alone. I sit up and looked around. The window is open and the air is cool on my sweat covered forehead. I look out the window, almost expecting to see my bride, twirling in her red and blue dress. Although I knew she wouldn't be there, I nevertheless, found myself saddened.

I lay back down and close my eyes, awaiting sleep to come for me.

"Happy Anniversary, love." I whispered.



Anniversary



Special thanks to Magikheart for editing my story and making it readable. Hope you all enjoy this story.

This anniversary was going to be one that Alice would never forget. Everything was setup perfectly. All my special purchases were located in the bedroom for the appropriate time.

Hi, I am James Anderson, 42-years-old, and I'm talking about our marriage anniversary. It's our 20th marriage anniversary.  

Alice and I went to the same school and then the same college. I became friends with her and soon after I proposed to her. She accepted my proposal and we got married. Alice is now 41-years-old, 5 feet 6 inches and a very lovely and beautiful blonde woman. She's the love of my life and today I am going to show my love for her in ways she never before experienced. We have two kids Marla is 15 and Max is 12. The kids were tucked away at grandma's house for the night so that we could be as free as newlyweds in our passion.

I arranged a car for Alice, which picked her up at her office just before closing. She was very surprised. The car whisked her to a five-star restaurant, where I was waiting in a dark, romantic corner. Facing the door, I saw Alice being escorted to the table by the hostess. After twenty years she still made my heart race. Her business suit hid most of her physical charms but her firm thighs and claves flexed sensuously as she walked. I noticed several men's heads turn to watch her from the back. I have been so lucky, I thought.

Alice's face was slightly flushed with excitement as she sat down opposite me. "Well, this certainly is a surprise, James." she said with a radiant smile. Alice's face was the same as on our wedding day except for a few lines that appeared when she smiled. She wore a minimum amount of make up, possessing a natural beauty that eyeliners, blushes and creams only hid.

Dinner was just great. We laughed until happy tears rolled down our faces as we reminisced about events that seemed so serious years ago. I moved next to her when the food was gone. We sat a while finishing the wine and exchanging funny anecdotes from the past. I was intentionally pressing my thigh to hers; twenty years had taught me how to push her sexual buttons. She liked to be wooed slowly.

As the wine relaxed our inhibitions, I boldly placed my hands on her leg beneath the table, out of sight from other patrons. Lightly I ran my fingers up and down the interior of her thigh gradually working higher until I reached the barrier of her panties. Alice's face shaded rose but no protest issued from her lips. 

"Shall we leave?" I asked winking at her. 

"We'd better, unless you want me to jump on you right here." I chuckled at her uncharacteristic bawdiness. 

"Maybe that would be fun. At least it would give us a memory to talk about next year."

"Ok, Ill write you from jail," she quipped, grabbing a handful of my groin. 

"No, I m taking you home." I urgently pushed away from the table.

As the door locked behind us I embraced her fully, "I love you more than anything, Alice. Thank you for being my wife. Thanks for marrying me." 

Alice's eyes welled with tears. "Oh! James, I love you so much." 

As we kissed I started to undress her, pulling her upstairs.

I was tossing her clothes everywhere as they came off that by the time we reached the room all that remained were her panties. 

Kissing each nipple briefly, I said, "Honey, I want to show you how much I love you by making this night for your pleasure."

"I don't understand."

"Just trust me. You'll figure it out as the night goes on. Now get in the shower and wait for me." I gave her bottom a pat to get her moving into the bathroom. 

"All right, but don't make me wait too long. I may have to start without you." She teased closing the door behind her.

I quickly lit the bedroom with candles, twenty candles to be exact. The room filled with a soft warm glow. Removing my clothes I followed my wife into the shower. We luxuriated in washing each other, thoroughly cleaning every crevice with dragging, soapy strokes. Pulling her wet slippery body tight to me I kissed her. "Wait here." I said, leaving the shower.

Alice enjoyed watching as I dried myself off and put on a pair of dark green silk boxers I retrieved from the linen closet. "Hey are those a present for you or for me?" she asked. "And since when do we keep clothes in bathroom?"

"I guess we can both enjoy them. They really feel nice," I said. "I have a few more surprises tucked away." Grabbing a large, fluffy towel I opened the shower door.

Wrapping her warmly I dried her head to toe then pulled her in front of a mirror as I tenderly brushed and dried her hair. She was not used to having a personal groom. She didn't know how to behave. I had to push her hands away several times when she tried to help. "Relax," I demanded, "if I do something wrong just tell me but let me enjoy doing this for you."

"Ok, ok," she shrugged. "If this is what you want I'll honor you."

I reached the turning point of the evening. Standing in front of the towel clad Alice I said; "I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes and hold out your hands, no peeking." She complied with a smile.

Reaching into the vanity drawer I removed the gift, quickly before she could react, I locked the handcuffs on her wrists. Her eyes flashed open, staring in disbelief.

"Before you panic honey, let me explain. I want this night to be your pleasure. I thought if you'd let me tie your hands you'd be better able to enjoy yourself without feeling obligated to return my affections. I want you to experience the freedom of enjoying my caresses without the thought of meeting my needs. This is a little kinky, I know, but let me show my love for you by serving your senses. If you feel too uncomfortable and want them off, I'll remove them. But this isn't about making you a victim." I rushed my monologue, getting it out before she could protest.

Alice stood motionless for a moment absorbing what I said. Her cuffed hands dropped as she hung her head, saying in mock humiliation, "I m yours. You may begin pleasuring me."

Suddenly she sprang at me throwing her arms over my head pulling my face to hers. "God, you don't know how much I love you. This is such a turn on." Her hands cupped the back of head while the cuffs rubbed the back of my neck when she captured my lips in a long kiss. 

"See how uncontrollable you are," I murmured between our lips.

"Sorry, honey."

Taking her hands, I led her into the candle lit room. "Oh, I might want to wear these all the time if I get treated like a queen." 

I stopped her at the bed and I shook off the towel and pushed her into the bed naked. "Oh! This feels wonderful!" she said as she rolled and wiggled her body against the fabric. I could feel my member start to stiffen watching her (doesn't really fit here) thoroughly enjoy herself. 

Falling on top of her I said, "You are so beautiful. I get turned on just looking at you."

She could feel my excitement pressed against her thigh. "I m so glad to hear that, honey."

I slid her into position on the soft sheets. I held her hands over her head. Reaching under the headboard I retrieved the strap I had attached to the bed frame and fastened it to her cuffs.

I sat up on my keens straddling her waist. She realized she couldn't bring her hands down. An expression of indecision crossed her face before she smiled. "You are such a sneaky lover. This is a little unnerving. If we haven't been married for 20 years, I would scream right now." Instead she wiggled her hips to rub my groin suggestively.

"Now stop that this is your night." I demanded.

"Yes but I like testing my husband's patience," she said sticking out her tongue in defiance. 

Reaching over to the far side of the bed I said, "For that remark I will have to torture you a little." I showed her my new feather duster.

Beginning at her wrist, I lovingly brushed the feathers down to the sides of her breasts. She tossed side-to-side groaning as the tickling became unbearable. Goose bumps began breaking out on her arms. Lightly I applied the torture across her stomach, then to each breast, concentrating on the nipples until they swelled. She continued to buck trying to avoid the feathers' touch but my weight on her hips limited her range of motion.

I was enjoying this power over her. Maybe I lied when I said it wasn't about her being a victim. Was it about control? My erection was now fully formed by the sight of my wife struggling against my caresses. I didn't know how arousing this could be. 

"Stop!" She shouted, unable to stand the tickling. "No more please." I stopped. "Rub me stop the tickling."

I obeyed rubbing my palm over her flesh that the feathers had tortured. She relaxed under me. My movements changed to a massage. Working down each arm I kneaded her muscles back to relaxed mode. Careful not to tickle, I worked her arms traveling down her sides to her abdomen. Slow circles turned larger as they moved to her breasts but avoided the sensitive nipples. Her eyes were closed. A slight grin and an occasional moan let me know she was savoring the experience. Both my hand encircled the left breast; squeezing and manipulating the tissue and then the right was treated equally. Her nipples that were fully engorged seemed to cry out for their turn. Bending down, I lightly licked one tip first then the other, wetting them with my tongue. The cool tingling sensation from her nipples made her arch her back.

"James if you suck them I swear I'll cum." She groaned pleadingly. Granting her request my lips encircled the springy bit of flesh while my finger gently teased the other. "Mmmm, harder, honey harder!" She urged. 

Gradually I increased my suction and started to pinch with more pressure. She could not lie still. Her arms flexed trying to pull them down to participate. "Finger me! I'm almost there!" 

I waited letting the urgency build higher. Then when I knew she reached the peak of desire, I touched her clit, increasing the friction as her moaning increased. "I m Cumming!" She screamed.

This was my cue. Moving down, I drew her clit between her lips pinching and rotating it for full sensation. I knew that at the height of climax she could withstand pressure that would hurt any other time. Both my hands and fingers twisted and squeezed her breasts until finally the wave of excitement crashed and subsided.

A weak "Enough, enough," was all she could manage. I slowed my ministrations letting her orgasm slowly ebb. I lay atop her, holding her face between my hands kissing her softly.

"God that was amazing honey. The sensation was so intense. Knowing I was helpless to stop you was somehow freeing. I just let my feelings go."

"I'm so happy you enjoyed it. It is an incredible feeling to be in so much control of your body. You have always been mine but never so completely. There's a mixed feeling of power and responsibility that's erotic." I confessed.

"It makes me happy to know you are having fun with me. I trust you with my life."

"Sweetie, I have just one more surprise for you." I once again reached over the bed to retrieve something. There was a strange buzzing sound. The source was revealed when I laid the tip of an 8-inch vibrator against her deflated nipple, which stiffened visibly with this new stimulation. 

"James that thing is huge!" 

"The better to diddle you with, my dear."

"Oh no the big bad wolf." She teased.

I growled as I clamped my jaw on her free nipple.

Once again I began to work her erogenous zones. Running the new power tool from nipple to nipple bringing them back to life. I dragged the lively phallus down her belly until it rested between the folds of her pussy. Her hips thrust forward trying to make contact with her clit. I continued teasing until her cries for mercy were unbearable. Gently working the tip between her moist folds I twirled the tip to lubricate the head with her juice. "I hope this doesn't spoil you for the real me" I said only half jokingly.

"Honey nothing could feel better than your hard hot body pounding in me." She promised.

The crudeness of her remark startled me. I liked it. "I was going to buy the 220-volt hydraulic model but I was afraid the power bill would bankrupt us."

Giggling she said, "You are wise, dear husband." Her moans and thrusts were becoming more urgent as she neared her climax for the second time. I pushed the unit in a little more with each soft thrust until I felt it hit her cervix. "Oh my god that thing feels huge!"

I stroked in and out, slowly building speed to match her intensity. Twisting the tool and rubbing her clit with my free hand, I moved my face close to watch how her muscles worked against the hard plastic toy.

"Baby, baby I m getting close. I want the real thing. Fuck me, honey. No more teasing. I want you in me. Pleeease!"

No way could I refuse such a request. I had been ready for an hour. Pulling out the fake, I positioned my tool at her entrance. Savoring the delightful sensation of her wet hot body accepting me, I slid in until pelvis met pelvis. I kissed her briefly my need now growing faster than I wanted, but I could not be restrained after so much erotic stimulation. I started thrusting passionately, mating my bride. She grunted with every thrust watching my face for a familiar look of imminent release.

Reaching between our bodies I worked her clit to bring her to the pinnacle with me. So much practice had perfected our lovemaking. Able to pace myself until she started her orgasm together we reached the ultimate fulfillment. Mingled screams of satisfaction filled our ears.

Finishing I captured her lips in a warm loving kiss. I released her from the handcuffs. She wrapped me in a tight embrace, burying her face in my neck. "Thank you for a night I'll never forget."

We lay tightly together enjoying the warmth of our bodies and our love; finally falling asleep dreaming lovers' dreams.



Anniversary



The candles burned brightly over the heavily laden table. The small rooms that they took as their own were filled with the smoke of incense and warm still from day's long embrace. Tonight was a special night, a time of remembrance and of purpose. Every year, on this night, the same ritual occurred. They had been together as family for so long now. Father and daughter, mentor and student... the list of relationships they had shared over the years was long but always intimate. Tonight was the 40th anniversary of their meeting. The night that would be their last together in their quiet little home.

Jacques was dressed finely in his suit and tie... the collar fastened tight around his throat. On this night especially, he liked the appearance of true nobility to be upheld. He had painstakingly pressed and folded his handkerchief, tied the tie in a perfect knot. His shirt was crisp and black, without even the hint of the age that it displayed. He wished he'd thought to save and preserve the shirt he'd worn that first night, but it had been lost years ago. 

Cecile was dressed as well in her fine clothes. Tonight, she had chosen a white ankle length dress, simple but regal looking on her forms. Her hair was tied back in a complicated knot, done by a local hairdresser who happened to be a devotee of theirs. It had taken three hours to get the hair just right... trying both the stylists skill and Cecile's own patience in the process. But she would let nothing stand in the way of impressing her Papa on this most special of nights. 

As was their tradition, a local devotee was there with them as well. The lady was dressed in less finery than either of them. They had explained to her that tonight would be a special ritual. Tonight they worshipped their ancestors, who lay beyond the crossroads of life and death. Jacques had explained to her that she was to help prepare the meal and then join them in the celebration.

Such explanation was hardly necessary however. The faint scar on their companion's neck held testament to the fact that she had been involved in this dance before. In fact their 'servant' Marie Louise had played this same role in the last three years of their celebration. She alone among their Circle of devotees understood what both Jacques and Cecile were. She knew that she could trust them both with her life, as she did every year at this time. It was a sacrament and testament to her loyalty that they allowed her this close.

The meal progressed in regal fashion. Glasses and plates filled with food were placed in front of each participant. Both Jacques and Cecile sat looking at their companion, watching her savor the flavors of the dishes. All the food was chosen for both its taste and its sensual qualities. Fresh fruits and breads from the local bakery. Scallops cooked in a light wine sauce. Fresh salad filled with the green growing things of the bayous around their small haven. All these foods and more were indulged in by Marie, who knew that the enjoyment of the meal itself was just as important as the companionship they shared. 

When the meal was nearing its end, a bottle of wine was taken from its place of storage. This wine was hard to find, getting harder every year. It was a 1969 Beaune Clos des Mouches by Joseph Drouhin, a fine red wine that had held some acclaim in the mid 1970s. Jacques had chosen it for this ritual because of its French origins and the fact that their first 'companion' together had preferred the taste to the others available. Marie savored the flavor of this most sapid drink, feeling the warmth of the alcohol make her cheeks flush. While she finished her second glass, the three talked of the coming day and the journey they would undertake. Marie knew it would likely be the last time she would celebrate this night with them and wanted to make it as special as possible. 

Jacques rose from his chair and stepped to the side of Marie in one smooth motion. He assisted her in standing and then led her into the bedroom that served as Cecile's place of rest. More candles burned here as well, and the bed was sprinkled with Florida water and saffron. On the bedside table sat a blade, long and sharp, worn clean and shiny from years of use. He placed Marie on the bed and knelt before her like a timid young man about to propose marriage. Taking her hand, he pulled up the sleeve of her simple dress to expose the flesh of her arm. 

Two small scars ran some distance down her forearm near her wrist. Each was well healed, having received good treatment and loving care after the fact. Jacques reached for the blade on the bedside table and began to gently run the point up and down her arm. The skin stood at attention where it passed. Marie was so used to this by now that she only really felt anticipation and not fear. The first cut was over before she even realized it, pain filling her body with a longing for Jacques' loving Kiss. They both heard Cecile gasp slightly behind them as the mystically charged blade gave her some of Marie's life blood in the process of opening her like a ripe fruit. It helped to quench the thirst of Jacques beautiful daughter and helped control the hunger that they both felt at that moment. 

Jacques lips and tongue traced lines around the bleeding temple that was his servant's wrist. The sacrament had almost leaked out onto the bed clothes when his tongue finally caught the first drops. His lips enveloped her fine dark skin, the fangs in his mouth barely piercing the flesh around the sacrificial wound. He had enough contact so that she felt the pleasure of his Kiss, but not enough that she would be mortally wounded by his teeth. As he drank slowly, the scents of the room changed dramatically as Marie's own perfume was added to the mix of incense and potions spread before them. Her arousal was not only evident in the scent of her body but also in the sounds from her throat. Moans escaped her as she began to quiver under Jacques touch. 

Careful not to take too much, not to hurt this beautiful creature who gave her life so willingly to her Houngon. Jacques eased her back on the bed and wrapped her arm in a bandage of fine cotton. His deft fingers tying off the wound to insure that Marie would be safe until their return. Now, sated and filled with the life of his servant, Jacques eyes turned to the eager face of his most beautiful mon petit. He always found it amazing how, after years without needing to breathe, Cecile's breath still subconsciously came faster when she watched him feed like this. He could not help being aroused himself when she reached out her hand to him and beckoned him to follow her to his own bed chamber. 

"Come Papa, come show me that you still remember the price you paid for your friendship.", she cooed to him in her soft voice.

"Ma chere, must you always make your pleasure and life sound like such a burden on me?" Jacques said with slight exasperation. "You and I aren't truly father and Childe, but you have made me happier than any other person ever could." 

Long years together made the need for speaking unnecessary to them. Cecile led them into the room with the long double bed that they so often shared. This room, unlike the others in the house, was not lit by anything. Even the moon was hiding tonight, her dark face invisible to the naked eye and cloaked just as the two were. Jacques brought Cecile up short and turned her to face him. This, too, was long and ago a ritual that they had begun to follow. Each movement had become almost like clockwork, an old familiar dance. Tonight, however, they both knew that things would be different.

Cecile, the mask of civility, the vision of loveliness, for one brief moment held in her eye the look of a feral predator. In nights past, she would have carefully unbuttoned the shirt, untied the tie but not tonight. Jacques had just enough time to steel his flesh before he was thrown by his little girl the five feet across the room to the bed. She must have been using what little blood she had to make herself strong for that throw. As he moved to protest, she placed a finger on his lips and straddled him as he attempted to stand from the bed.

"Papa... please. I want you to take me. I want you to make me feel for one moment like he did the night before we met."

Jacques was about to protest but then a scent reached his nostrils. The scent should not have made him hunger like he did, and in truth it would not if it had been human blood he smelled. Cecile must have used her blood to quicken more than her strength he thought as her warm, deliciously wet body slid naked against his pants. He could smell many things in her blood... the nights they had spent together. The flavor of her last meals. The sorrow and longing that was contained within it. He could even get a small hint, a fleeting echo of a forgotten memory. The scent of Pomet, his friend and his lover. That last realization was all it took to completely break through the bonds of his self control. Knowing he would hate himself tomorrow for losing control tonight, he gave into the beast that raged within him. 

Normally when one of their kind was enraged, it was a sight to behold and a terror for any who got too close. But sometimes, with a bond as deep as the two shared, the beasts of their souls could be coaxed to the surface without attempting to fight and dominate one another. They could work in unison, as they did now, to shred clothing and not flesh. The sound of ripping fabric and the scent of blood filled the air even more fully as his own body responded to his mental command, wiling blood into things that had not been engorged in many long decades. 

As the last shreds of fabric left his beautiful little girl's body, Jacques felt his beast growl inside his head at the vision before him. Her beautiful breasts were small, not over large but round and full. The use of her blood to arouse her womanhood had also done some other little things, returning the blush of the living to her form. Her skin was still paler than normal, but its colors were rich and dark, light and beautiful. Her nipples stood erect, another side effect of the desires she had stoked in her body. 

Jacques trousers were not so much unfastened by this beautiful beast as they were torn and ripped. She felt his engorged body under her and could not help but stroke it gently with her hand. The scent of blood coming from the tip made her body long to latch onto it with her delicate fangs. She fought the urge to feed and slid up to take care of other desires. He slipped inside her blood drenched body and was consumed to the hilt by the thrust that followed. She was such a remarkable sight to him there, straddling his body.

Cecile's body looked tight, strung like a fiddle string turned twice too much. She could barely control herself enough to make love to Jacques like she truly wanted to. On this night, if on no other, she wanted to feel as if she was being made love to. By the man who had become her father when her 'real' father had abandoned her in youth and then her father in darkness had abandoned her as well. She wanted this man who truly loved her more than anyone else in the world. And she wanted him to know that tonight, of all nights she loved him too.

The feeling of control slowly waned as their bodies continued this primal sanguine dance. Many of the Kindred did not realize the depth of feeling that could be revived in the body when it was quickened with the blood. Each movement was like a note in a symphony that rang out clear and bright. The touch of his fingers bringing a melody to her lips. The enveloping warm depths of her body calling him like a favorite hymn. The sacrament they shared going on for minutes or hours unknowable as their minds were lost to the pleasure of each other.

As feelings built in each of them, it was Cecile who first crossed the final, unspoken boundary of their most holy night together. Leaning forward, she set her soft lips upon Jacques mouth, the tip of her tongue gently tracing a line between them, parting them gently. She kissed him deeply and fully, feeling him shudder slightly as the edge of her sharp teeth nipped his tongue as it danced with hers. She trailed small, blood tinged kisses down his face, moving across his neck to settle herself against his shoulder. For one small moment, all movement and activity stopped as small tears of blood welled up in her eyes.

"Papa, please promise to never leave me. Promise to protect me and guide me always as you have", she whispered in a voice almost childlike in its innocence and sincerity. Her lips quivered against the skin of his shoulder as a single blood tear dripped onto his skin. 

"Le sang est la vie, mon cher. Just as your blood flows in my veins does my blood flow in yours", Jacques said, lowering his mouth to her own shoulder as well, "Though I was not fated to bring you into the life we now share, I was gifted by all that is holy when I took you in."

Almost as one body, fangs entered into flesh. The feeling of pleasure from their lovemaking was taken to new plateaus by the sharing of their vitae, their life. Like the ourobours, forever consuming to make it whole, no end could be found to the circle they had become. One life given while another was taken, again and again, each drink building the passion between them into a furious storm. The shuddering of their bodies together as their climax built was not only one of the flesh but of the soul.

As one their bodies locked together in a tight, rigid embrace as the orgasm overtook first one then the other, as if its flooding pleasure was carried through the blood. The senses were filled to bursting as both her mouth and her womanhood was given sacrament with his deep, rich powerful blood. For one single moment, this raging climax to their evening filled everything in their universe. Then as quickly as it had come, the feelings began to mute again. Their muscles began to lose the steel cable tension that had developed at the height of the orgasm. Gently the fangs were withdrawn from flesh as Jacques cradled Cecile in his arms.

During that moment, Jacques realized that he loved Cecile. He did not just love the idea of her, or the idea that she was his lost love brought back from the other side. He loved her, the woman lying here in his arms. Now, more than ever, he felt the weight of the task that they were about to undertake pressing down on his soul. Thoughts bubbled to the surface of his mind unbidden, a flood of emotions that he was unable to quell in his current condition.

What would happen when they found Pomet? What would happen if she should look upon her Sire's eyes and realize how hopelessly and madly in love with him she still was? Would he be forced to let go the only thing in his life that truly gave it meaning? And if that were the case, would he survive the loss? 

"My love?" Cecile said, noticing his dark expression.

"It is nothing, mon petit. Just a memory of a thought of a tragedy." he responded to her concerned look. "Sleep now, ma chere. Tomorrow we begin our long journey. We'll need all our strength and a bit of luck too. But I swear I will help you find what you seek."



Anniversary



Cathy admired her 42-year-old naked body in the full length mirror. The C-section scar left a faint line across her flat abdomen, the only evidence of having given birth. Fully clothed, one would believe her to be a nubile co-ed half her age. Her breasts were now a full D-cup, a welcome side effect of motherhood. Wide hips curved out of shapely thighs and then tapered into a waist kept slim by hard work. Her entire body was nearly perfect and the realization of that fact brought a smile to Cathy's pretty face.

By all accounts, Cathy Harrison's life had been as close to storybook as a life could get. She'd married a wonderful guy she'd met in college and together they'd raised a son who was now a freshman in college. Tonight, she and her husband would quietly celebrate twenty years of marriage. Though it certainly hadn't been easy, Nick and Cathy's relationship was strong and passionate, and their marriage solid. They were the envy of their friends.

Cathy stepped closer to the mirror until she was almost face to face with her reflected image. Her hardened nipples kissed the cold glass and her breath fogged the area in front of her mouth. She carefully inspected her make-up, pursing her full lips to evenly distribute the frosty pink lip gloss her husband likes so much. She looked forward to laying herself out on the bed naked to wait for him to come home and fuck her senseless. He was such a good lover. He always fucked her senseless; another reason for her friends to be envious. It also added to her anxiety. You see, somewhere deep inside Cathy felt that she didn't deserve to have that wonderful man for a husband.

Cathy's anxiety was a result of her secret. She's kept it a secret for twenty years now, and like her wedding, her secret, too has an anniversary. She only allows herself to think about her secret's anniversary when her wedding anniversary comes around. It is only then that she is reminded of her deception. Otherwise she'd be overwhelmed with guilt and would not be able to function as well as she does. As it is now, she only allows the memory of that night to haunt her when she thinks about her virtually perfect marriage. 

If it had not been for Cathy's indiscretion twenty years ago, she would have enjoyed a truly perfect marriage with her husband, Nick. But now, that one black mark, that one brief episode of infidelity was forever firmly entrenched in her past, and nothing she could ever do or say can change it.

Here is what happened:

It was a Thursday night in May of 1990. Cathy had been married for a little over two months when her friend Kim called her up for a girls' night out. Nick had planned to hit the sack early anyway, so the girls proceeded to go bar hopping. Kim wasn't married and was still on the prowl, and she wanted company. Because Kim had been the maid of honor in her wedding, Cathy couldn't say no to her. Plus, to lessen the burden on her friend, Kim offered to be designated driver, leaving Cathy to literally sit back and enjoy the ride.

The night was a fun romp from bar to bar, Kim drinking Diet Coke while Cathy enjoyed a few vodka tonics. At around 11:00 P.M., Cathy went to the ladies room, and when she returned she found her chair occupied by a man fully engaged in animated conversation with Kim. Kim introduced him as Steve, a guy she just met, and she asked him to join them. After a few minutes of light conversation, Cathy noticed that Kim and Steve's attention was focused on each other, so she used that as an opportunity to wander over to the bar and give her friend some time to get to know this guy. No more than ten minutes had passed when Cathy felt a tug on her arm.

"Cathy, Steve wants us to go to his place to hang out for a while and then I'll take you home OK? Please say yes, please say yes," Kim asked Cathy in a torrent of words. 

Again, Cathy felt that she owed Kim and as this wasn't a completely unreasonable request, she agreed.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, Cathy. This guy is so cute, and he's so sweet. He's here trying to cheer up his room mate whose fiance was killed in a car crash last month and he doesn't want him moping around the apartment by himself. Isn't that so sad? And, oh my god Cathy, he's cute too," gushed Kim as she dragged her friend by the hand back to the table.

"Jesus, Kim! Doesn't sound like you need me. I'll just take a cab home."

"Cathy!" whined Kim who stopped and turned to face her friend. "Come on, just come with me. We won't stay long. I just want to see how this guy lives because I'm really in to him and I just want to go, OK?"

Steve and Tom's apartment was only four blocks away, but they decided to all pile into Kim's Honda so that the girls wouldn't have to walk the four blocks back to their car. Both guys got in the back seat while Kim and Cathy were up front. Tom sat behind Kim and studied Cathy's face in Kim's rear view mirror. Cathy caught him staring, but he didn't look away. She noticed that he had sad, hungry eyes. 

Inside the apartment, the four sat around a coffee table and shared a joint. Tom demonstrated his rolling skills as he sat in the middle of the couch and used the coffee table for a work space. Three pleather covered chairs like those found at the dentist's office were arranged around the table. Steve sat in one chair on Tom's left; Kim sat opposite, while Cathy occupied the seat to Tom's right. 

After about fifteen minutes of pleasant conversation it was apparent that Kim and Steve had the hots for one another. At one point, Steve commented on a puzzle ring that Kim was wearing, so she rose and walked over to show him. She bent over at the waist to show Steve the ring and in so doing, gave him a wonderful view of her breasts billowing over the cups of her bra. The valley of cleavage above her v-neck sweater was lightly dusted with sweet smelling sparkles.

"Wow, this is good," said Steve, finally focusing his gaze upon the ring. "I took a course in college where we actually made shit like this. Want to see some of the stuff I did?" 

With that, Steve and Kim walked down the hall to Steve's room and walked inside. An uncomfortable silence followed as the two left seated in the living room sat and stared in silence at the coffee table. Cathy struggled to think of what she could say to this obviously forlorn young man. She looked up and found him again staring at her. Her appearance immediately became her concern. Tugging nervously at the hem of her cut-off jean skirt, she felt his eyes probing her body. Cathy had been looked at by men before, but somehow this felt different.

After about a minute of listening to the muffled sounds of Steve and Kim talking, the door to Steve's room was quietly closed. Tom looked at the door as various emotions washed across his face. First there was a smirk as Tom recognized the typical behavior exhibited by his room mate. Then he turned, and he and Cathy exchanged an uneasy smile. She watched as his expression changed to longing, followed by jealousy, followed by anger, followed by confusion, at which point Tom's eyes left Cathy's. Unable to control himself, his face twitched, his eyes turned bloodshot and glassy as a single tear rolled across his cheek. Horrified at his own emotional breakdown in her presence, Tom squeezed his thumb and forefinger into his eyes to staunch the flow of tears, but his body lurched intermittently despite his attempts to suppress the sobs.

Instinctively, Cathy moved to the couch beside him and draped an arm around his broad, trembling shoulder. Instinctively, Tom turned and buried his tear stained face full into the side of Cathy's firm, heavy breast. She cradled his head against her mammary and caressed his face as she gently rocked him until his sobs subsided. Tom's tears had soaked through the white cotton sleeveless ribbed T-shirt she wore, revealing that Cathy was wearing a pink bra.

Tom slumped back into the couch as Cathy removed her arm from his back. He wiped the remaining tears from his face and looked at Cathy.

"Sorry," he said. 

"Oh, that's OK. I'm sure you must have loved her very much," said Cathy, trying to keep this from getting any more awkward than it already was. 

Tom looked at Cathy again, and again he stared openly. She felt the intensity of his gaze and knew what was coming, but somehow couldn't stop it. Tom leaned toward Cathy slowly and deliberately until only a few inches separated their faces. 

"She had a mouth like yours," whispered Tom and then he stole a kiss. It was light, gentle, moist and sweet. Cathy found that her eyes had closed momentarily as she had been taken in fully by the sheer tenderness of that kiss. She opened her eyes, her lips parted slightly, and she watched him studying her mouth. Slowly he raised a finger and touched the diamond stud that dangled from a delicate gold chain around her neck. The jewel was positioned over the threshold of her cleavage. As she looked down at his finger he quickly brought it up under her chin causing her to start and jerk back giggling. When she looked back at him playfully he leaned in again and gently stole two more kisses, each about two seconds long. 

Cathy had inadvertently closed her eyes again, and when the third kiss did not land when she thought it would she opened her eyes and found him staring into hers once more. Tingles of excitement ran all about her body as he again leaned forward. His open mouth covered hers as his tongue danced across her lips and into her mouth to wrestle and taste and excite.

Cathy brought both of her hands up and pressed them firmly into his chest as she tried to gently but firmly push him away.

"I'm married, remember?" protested Cathy.

If he heard her, he didn't acknowledge the fact. His kisses became more passionate as he nuzzled her neck and tickled the exposed ridge of her collar bone with the tip of his tongue. Cathy shivered and felt her nipples tighten in her bra. She realized her hands had been caressing the taught muscles of his chiseled chest having forgotten that they were put there to slow his advances. 

A hand slowly closed over her entire right breast, squeezed it firmly, then pulled away slowly as his fingers converged around her nipple and gently pinched it through bra and shirt. Cathy felt her pussy involuntarily contract. She moved a hand to cover the one that pawed her breast and tried to peel the thick fingers off.

"Tom," she admonished gently. 

His mouth found hers again and his talented lips continued to take her breathe away. She felt like some sort of helpless prey, temporarily paralyzed by a powerful neuro-toxin secreted by this aroused raptor. Cathy relaxed and told herself that she really wasn't hurting anybody by making out with this young man. If she provided him with some temporary comfort to help soothe his pain, she was willing. But then, the hand that had been exploring her breast began creeping along her inner thigh on its way toward the heat that radiated from beneath her skirt.

Cathy quickly closed her thighs, but she was too slow. She only succeeded in trapping his hand as the tips of his fingers brushed against the damp fabric covering her moist pussy. As good as it felt, Cathy firmly grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand from under her skirt.

"You're wet," he whispered.

"And you're still not gettin'any," she countered quickly, trying to add some levity to the situation..

"Do you feel that?" he asked pressing his groin against her naked thigh.

"Yeah, it feels painful," she said as the rough fabric of his jeans ground against her soft skin. At first she thought it was change or keys in his pocket that felt so hard against her tender flesh, so she reached down to adjust the contents of his pocket. As she gripped the offending object Tom moaned his approval.

"Jesus, that's your cock. It's so hard," she said squeezing it again just to be sure.

"I know. It wants to fuck you," said Tom rolling off of her and back to a sitting position beside her.

"Please, I told you I'm married," Cathy explained again patiently, all the while staring at the huge tent protruding from his left thigh. The wet spot at the top revealed the seepage of pre-cum.

Cathy sat watching Tom's cock pulsing in his pants. The rhythmic sound of bed springs could be heard squeaking in Steve's room down the hall. Tom reached down and forced his cock sideways across his thigh until the shaft sat parallel to his belt with the head bulging out where his pocket provided a little space. The lining of his jeans pocket turned transparent as pre-cum quickly soaked the white cotton cloth revealing a lack of underwear.

Kim's responsive squeals now accompanied the squeaking bed springs as the intensity of their fucking increased. This only made Cathy's pussy much wetter and Tom's cock grow harder. Tom laid his head back and slouched on the sofa. He closed his eyes and stretched his left arm over his face and sighed heavily. His right hand slowly stroked the ridge of flesh through his jeans. Cathy felt sorry for Tom and decided she could at least help him with a hand job.

The pressure on Tom's rigid member was eased a bit as Cathy un-buckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. Tom pulled his arm from his eyes and watched carefully as Cathy slowly lowered his zipper and reached inside his pants to release his cock. Grasping the thick muscle at the base Cathy pulled it free as Tom lifted his hips and slid his pants from under his butt.

"Whoa," whispered Cathy as she inspected the huge penis that throbbed in her hand. 

"Oooh," groaned Tom, the sensation of a woman again wrapping her hand around his cock causing him to tremble.

Cathy wrapped her left hand firmly around Tom's erection at the base until the six inches that extended above her grasp bulged and the thick veins that covered the shaft turned a darker blue. Her right hand loosely stroked and caressed the flared head using the pre-cum that oozed from the tip as lubricant.

Tom replaced his left arm over his eyes and savored the manual stimulation he was now receiving. Cathy was getting into the process and looked forward to making him cum. She hoped he would be satisfied and stop wanting to fuck her. While part of her was flattered and turned on by the attraction, the other side of her wanted to remain faithful to her wonderful husband.

Lost in thought as she jerked off Tom's massive cock, she couldn't help thinking about the fact that, as big as it was, it was still not quite as big as her husband's cock. As often as she tried, she'd never been able to totally deep throat her husband's penis because the massive head on the thing was just too wide to squeeze into her esophagus. But Tom's seemed to be... She never finished the thought as she leaned over and closed her lips around the head.

Tom shuddered and covered his face with both hands. Swirling her tongue around the rather pointy head of his throbbing penis, Cathy gently slid her right hand up and down the shaft, barely touching it. She slid her soft lips down the underside of his pecker leaving it shiny with her saliva. Then, back up to the top she slid her lips until they covered the head at which point she opened her mouth and swallowed half of his engorged member. With the head of his cock slowly squeezing into the back of her throat, Cathy caressed the underside of his scrotum with the tips of her fingers causing Tom to shudder.

A muffled thumping now added to the sounds coming from Steve's room as the head board rebounded off the wall. Pictures on the wall in the living room quivered slightly from each concussion. Cathy hoped the noise didn't give Tom any ideas about where this thing was going. She figured she'd suck him off, make him cum, and then straighten herself up for when Steve and Kim returned. When she felt a finger rubbing her left nipple back and forth, she decided she'd better get busy making him cum before her own arousal interfered with her objective.

Cathy got to her knees on the sofa next to him and, posting her hands on either side of his legs, she lowered her mouth onto his hard on, this time at a higher angle. She slid her lips down his shaft and forced the head down into her throat, enveloping his phallus until his pubic hair tickled her nostrils. Tom moaned loudly through his hands which he had returned to cover his face. Having never had his cock deep throated before he was quickly becoming overwhelmed by the sensation. As his penis throbbed deep in her throat, Cathy had a very satisfying feeling of accomplishment. Maybe some day she'd be able to do the same for her husband she mused, lifting off slightly only to stuff his meat pole even deeper into her throat. 

Tom couldn't believe how wonderful if felt to be buried to the hilt in this beautiful girl's throat. He pulled his hands from his face and stared in awe at the incredibly erotic scene. Cathy was on her knees with her ass thrust into the air and her head bobbing up and down as she gave him a slow, deep-throated blow job. Her breasts mashed heavily into his thighs each time she engulfed him, emitting a little grunt-like hum that accentuated the intensity of her efforts. All Tom could think about was burying his cock in this sexy woman. 

Sliding his hand along the curve of her hip, Tom tenderly caressed the full globe of the closest buttock. He squeezed it and patted the plump underside so that her entire ass jiggled and swayed. Tom pulled her skirt up over her ass exposing both smooth, tender cheeks. Again he caressed the exposed, white, flesh and marveled at its suppleness. A finger traced the panty-covered ridge of skin that were the swollen inner lips of her excited pussy and turned one of her grunts into a nasal squeal. 

What a sexy sound, thought Tom as he reached into the crack of her ass and pulled the gooey gusset of her pink thong way to the side, exposing the hairless mound of her waxed pussy. The string that normally lay buried and hardly visible in the crack of her ass was now pulled all the way to the side so that it followed the curve of her left ass cheek and gathered in the crevice between her meaty thigh and fat vulva. Tom dragged his fingertips lightly over her exposed pussy lips and, finding them slimy, insinuated three fingers into her slippery hole.

Cathy reached back with her left hand to remove his fingers just as Tom placed his left hand on the back of her neck and thrust upward. Cathy didn't gag but now she couldn't move. Tom's fingers wiggled wonderfully in her tight snatch and pushed her toward an orgasm she had had no intention of having. She found it hard to breathe and her throat began to contract around the penis blocking her airway.

"Oh my god!" growled Tom through gritted teeth as his testicles suddenly released their seed and a geyser of white, thick sperm flowed directly into her stomach. Cathy was used to guys cumming in her mouth when she deep throated them, and with big, long cocks like her husband's, semen never even filled her mouth as it could be deposited directly into her stomach. But, unlike her husband, Tom simply kept cumming. She didn't think any man could produce that much cum. Semen backed up into her mouth and with no where to go, was ejected forcefully from her nose. Two large gobs of cum plopped out of her nostrils, onto his balls, and dripped onto the floor. 

"Fuck!" gasped Cathy after she pulled his cock from her throat. She was somewhat disoriented as the semen in her nose both burned and tickled. Meanwhile, the fingers in her cunt squished about audibly as she wiped the sperm from her upper lip and blew her nose into her hand. With no towels or tissues available, the sperm and mucus that now coated her palm was wiped off on Tom's jeans that were gathered around his ankles. 

"Wow, that's about the nastiest, sexiest thing I've ever seen a woman do," said Tom as he continued to finger her gash intent on making her cum. His thumb mashed her clit back and forth into her wet, fleshy folds. Cathy wondered how things had progressed so quickly to this point. She had planned to make him cum and that would have been that. But now that she had three fingers in her pussy, Cathy decided to no longer resist the inevitability of her approaching orgasm. She closed her eyes, sat back fully on Tom's hand and let his fingers work their magic.




Anniversary



As her orgasm overtook her, Cathy held onto Tom's wrist with both hands and ground her pussy in circular gyrations on his hand until she began to convulse uncontrollably. Warm pussy juice coated his fingers and began to pool in his palm. Cathy closed her eyes and struggled mightily not to scream. Eventually, as her orgasm subsided, Cathy opened her eyes and watched as Tom lazily stroked his still rigid penis with his left hand. 

"Jesus, you're still hard," noticed Cathy as her pussy pulsed around his fingers.

"Why don't you sit down on it?"

Cathy froze and looked at Tom wide eyed. She thought the blow job had ended all talk of fucking. She stopped squeezing his fingers with her pussy and prepared to dismount his fluttering fingers. As she lifted her leg to stand, Tom grabbed Cathy's waist and dragged her body up and onto his lap, positioning her gaping pussy over his still rigid fuck stick. 

"No, no, no," protested Cathy, grabbing Tom's strong forearms as she struggled to free herself from his grasp. Cathy gathered her senses enough to push her knees into Tom's chest, preventing herself from being impaled on the cock he'd managed to stuff into the opening of her pussy. But once he placed her there he let go and allowed his hands to caress her hips and plump buttocks. He sensed her resistance, and he certainly didn't want to force her to fuck him, though his need may have made him act more aggressively than he normally would have.

Cathy paused, her body stiffened in anticipation of being forced down onto the cock of a man she'd just met. She waited for Tom to either pull her down onto his upturned pole, or thrust it savagely up into her, but he did neither. Instead, he removed his hands from her hips and lifted her shirt and bra up over her breasts which wobbled invitingly as they spilled out. Her nipples were tight and terribly sensitive as they dragged back and forth over her thighs. Tom grabbed both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and pulled her breasts into the gap between her thighs. The pressure on her nipples was exquisite as Tom continued to twist and pull on them. A droplet of pussy juice oozed from Cathy's excited pussy and dripped slowly down the shaft of the cock poised in the opening of her sloppy hole.

"God, you're beautiful," said Tom staring into her eyes.

Cathy realized that Tom had relinquished his control over the situation. He now waited to see what this lovely creature would do next. She could stand up and end this little tryst before she did something she would regret for the rest of her life, or...

To this day, Cathy doesn't know exactly why she made her decision. Maybe it was the pity she felt for this man, or maybe it was the selfish thinking of a twenty-two year old ingénue? Either way, she definitely didn't want to make a scene. So Cathy slowly rose and temporarily broke contact with the cock on top of which she was perched as she prepared to dismount. 

When he felt his glans slipping from the entrance to her vagina, Tom moaned his disappointment and, whether she wanted to admit it or not, that moan had a major impact on the decision she thought she had made. But then Cathy changed her mind. She was about to give new meaning to the term 'sympathy fuck' and repositioned her wet pussy lips over the now pulsing head of his penis. She moved slowly back and forth, slathering his cock head with the pussy juice drooling from her hole. Then, grasping his cock at the thickest point she seated the head back in the opening of her vagina. 

"Ooh," Cathy moaned as the tip of his penis spread her meaty pussy lips. Another moan caught in her throat as it breached the opening and slipped into her fuck hole. Cathy rotated her pelvis downward and grunted as she dropped her entire weight down on top of the rigid phallus poised below her. 

"Oh yes," Tom moaned as he felt her hole open around him.

In spite of the fact that Tom's cock was smaller than her husband's, it was still a tight fit and she could force only about half of it into her body on the first plunge. Cathy moved her knees from Tom's chest and placed her feet on the sofa so that she was squatting over him. Then she braced her forearms on his shoulders and began to work her vagina up and down on his shiny wet shaft.

Slowly Cathy began to move, first with little movements up and down, then side to side. She reached between her legs and grabbed the slightly curved, rigid muscle, lifting up on her toes until it slipped completely out. She then held it up to her swollen sex lips and moved it around in circles, just touching her inner lips and teasing both herself and her partner. Tom so wanted to push his hips upward and slide his cock back into her, but he didn't move. He wanted to let Cathy control the action. He wanted Cathy to be a willing participant in their union.

She slipped the head back inside and then back out again. Each time she slid it in, her pussy would squeeze that highly sensitive area just below the crown. Only her pussy muscles moved. She'd slide it in, squeeze it, and pull it back out again. Slide it in, squeeze it, and pull it back out. In, out, in, out; over and over until pussy juice dribbled in little rivulets down his shaft and soaked the pubic hair at the base of his cock. Her hand was covered in it as she continued to slather it up and down the exposed portion of his erection.

Cathy finally stopped teasing her hole and, without warning, again dropped her full weight on his upturned cock, this time nearly burying all but about two inches with a rippling pussy fart. 

"Ooh, fuck," whispered Cathy before lifting up and dropping back down again with considerably more force.

She did it again and then again until finally the last two inches slipped into her body and she was sitting on his balls. She felt incredibly full and stretched, yet there wasn't any pain involved. But the realization that she was sitting there with a stranger's cock filling her so completely made her tingle with excitement. The tingles slowly turned into trembles as the walls of her vagina fluttered to adjust to his size. Tom simply slouched there and enjoyed the sensations. He could feel the fluttering deep inside her body as the walls of her tight vagina became accustomed to his size. The fluttering was one thing, but what struck him most was how hot it felt to be buried in her pussy as he was. Still he didn't move. He figured it would only be a matter of time before she would decide to give herself another orgasm, this time on his cock.

Finally she began to lift up, letting several inches out before dropping wantonly back down again. Her body still trembled with excitement. Tom closed his eyes and smiled. Now he was being fucked. He sat there and let her work her magic. Since he had just cum, he knew that he could last a very long time. 

Cathy fucked his cock with all the skill and passion she could muster. He would never forget the fucking he received that night she thought to herself. She bounced up and down on his rock hard fuck stick like a girl who knew what she was doing; like a nasty fuck slut. Her breasts smacked together heavily with each cunt filling stroke. Tom reached up and squeezed her breasts and again tweaked her pert nipples. Cathy gasped. Her second orgasm was only moments away. 

Like her husband's cock, Cathy could feel the head of Tom's cock kissing her cervix each time she took his long, fat penis all the way into her body. She looked down and watched her pussy sliding on and off Tom's massive erection. She saw that her entire vulva bulged lewdly as the huge shaft moved in and out of her. The sight was too much for Cathy and she began to cum, again. Her body convulsed as she closed her eyes and bit into the back of her hand to keep from crying out in pleasure. The convulsive waves of pleasure continued for a number of minutes. As one subsided, another one wound up and crashed into her. She must have climaxed two or three times in rapid succession before her body settled down.

Kim's scream could be clearly heard throughout the apartment announcing her capitulation to her demanding orgasm. Cathy, on the other hand, lowered her face into Tom's neck and muffled her orgasmic screams with his body. Tom wrapped his arms around her and, as she had just done for him, comforted her and cradled her as the intensity of her orgasms combined with the realization of the monumental nature of what had just happened washed over her and left her crying and sobbing with the presence of a variety of emotions. 

Tom pulled her face from his shoulder, wiped the tears from her cheeks and brushed the hair from her face. Then he tenderly kissed her again and said, "Thank you." Then he paused and, making sure he had her full attention he said, and Cathy swore she would never forget his words, he said, "I think you may have just saved my life."

Later that evening, on the twentieth anniversary of their wedding day, after Cathy had expertly deep-throated her husband and swallowed his semen; after he'd licked her pussy until she had lost count of the number of times she'd climaxed; and after they both had fucked each other senseless, the couple lay wrapped in each other's arms in blissful afterglow. Nick gently brushed a strand of hair from his wife's face and tenderly kissed the tip of her nose. She opened her eyes and found her husband studying her face as if for the first time.

"Cathy, I love you so much that sometimes I wonder if I would ever be able to remain in this world if I ever were to lose you."

Cathy smiled sadly at her husband as a single tear left her eye and meandered slowly to the corner of her mouth. She licked the salty droplet with the tip of her tongue and said, "Oh, I don't know, Nick. Someone just may come along one day and make you change your mind."



Anniversary



I have just gotten out of the shower and you are making dinner! I get dressed in a silk shirt and a pair of baggy dress slacks... I come downstairs and you look so hot you are wearing a black dress with a small pearl necklace that just attracts the attention to your low cut cleavage. I smile at you with the look of lust in my eyes. I walk over to you and give you a big hug and kiss you ever so tenderly on the lips. Our eyes meet as we pull away and we know its gonna be a long night! 

We sit down and start to eat. We try talking but it really doesn't make any sense. We both have other things on our minds. We want each other so bad right now. We are hardly eating just staring into each other eyes. I get up and crawl across the table and kiss you, knocking everything over as I do. I don't care I want you so bad! 

You return my kiss and the passion soars! I am on my hands and knees on the table as we kiss and I grab you! You hug me back I end up falling off. We laugh for a sec as I get up, I am all covered with food now. I take my shirt off as you kiss my chest licking off the food that is there... 

I grab you and set you on the table as I lift up your dress to find you are not wearing any underwear. I am so hot I just dive right in and stick my tongue so far inside your soaking wet pussy.. mmmm you taste so sweat... You grab the back of my head and jam it into you, you don't even care if I can breath and neither do I.. I suck on your lips as I massage your asshole running my wet fingers across it as it tightens and expands from my teasing it. I stick a finger in you and suck on your clit as I slowly insert my finer inside your ass... you are pushing hard against my mouth as you rotate your hips and bounce on my finger that is buried in your ass! You scream out that you are gonna cum so I suck harder on your clit and fuck both your pussy and ass faster! You grab my hair and pull as you scream out loud baby I am cumming! Your body is shaking from the pleasure as I suck up all your sweet nectar.. 

I get up and remove my pants as you remove your dress. We come together and kiss hard our faces mashed together and u taste yourself on me. I am all covered with your juice! 

My dick is so hard and you are so wet, I just slide right into you! We are so hot I just start fucking you hard and fast, in and out, in and out! The table is shaking from our movements. Your juice is got the table all wet and your ass is sliding across it as we come together u slide back and forth. I bend down and grab hold of your nipple with my teeth as we rock together. I am moaning around it how good you feel. You are screaming my name out loud(Mark)don't stop don't ever stop! I suck you tit into my mouth as we fuck even harder and faster. We have knocked everything of the table now... 

I pull out of and spin you around shoving myself back into as your ass ripples from our movements it looks so sexy! I kiss the back of your neck as I push even deeper into you. I look down to see the ripples run over your ass, god I love your ass! I scream in your ear how great you feel.. god you feel so fucking great!! You are bent over the table and the legs sound like they are gonna give out anytime it is creaking so bad as we fuck so hard! I reach down and massage your clit while I jam into you. I rotate in a circle and rub it up and down as I go in and out in and out! You are moaning out loud now, I know u r gonna cum again but I pull out of you!!

I slide up a little and tease your ass with the head of my cock. I turn your head so I can kiss you as my dick slowly slides into your tight ass! God it is so tight squeezes my dick so hard.. You push back so you can get the whole thing in. We are so sweaty now our bodies slip and slide together! I finally get all the way in and rest for a minute while we kiss passionately so you can get used to me in you! We slowly start to rock together I unison. Like we have known each other forever and know exactly what each other wants. 

We pick up the pace now our moans echoing through the dinning room. In and out I slide in and out of your tight ass! My balls are swing so fast they are slapping your pussy with each hit! I reach for your clit again you feel my dick expanding in your ass. We both know we are close and we are so good at cumming together. I moan that I am gonna cum as I slam into you harder and faster! You say CUM BABY CUM IN MY ASS! My dick expands as I massage your clit harder and you start to shake. I shove in deep and start filling your ass up with cumm. We moan together we are CUMMING!! We fuck fast and hard as both our bodies shake uncontrollable. I have cum so much it is coming back out of your and running down you leg and you have totally soaked my hand... 

We slow down a little but are still moving as our lips meet and we close our eyes in a loving kiss! I pull out and we turn around and look into each others eyes and say I love you and we will always be together! We hold each other tight as we walk up the stairs and head for bed. Both of us knowing the night is not over yet.. We both laugh at the same time as we realize we have a big mess to pick up in the morning, but we don't care all that matters right now is to be in each others arms!



Anniversary



Some days bring back memories more than others. Every anniversary is like a flashback in time for me; where everything I ever felt for you is magnified and brought so close that it feels like only yesterday...

This is a true story, of course. It is MY story, for if there was only one story I could share with others, it would be this one. This story speaks of true love even though I will not tell you the very beginning and only a little of the end. It is a story about life, most of all; as glorious, fascinating, sick, and tragic as life can be. And it is about sex - the best sex I ever had.

I had just had my 21st birthday and a great big party to which you and your friends were invited. You, however, were the only one to show up from your clique, without a car, and so you were stuck with me at the end of the party, around 2 am. That unlucky coincidence turned out to be very lucky for both of us.

I think we were both surprised by how we talked, rather than slept, the whole night through, never growing tired of listening to one another. I still had a room under my parents' roof, and I had brought in a mattress for you to put next to my bed. After all, we were only friends who had known each other for about one year.

Where I come from, (and you may guess what country I am talking about), train systems are quite elaborate and you can get around quite nicely, and quickly, unless it is the middle of the night. However, our conversations had us both so hooked, that you did not leave until late afternoon the next day.

It wasn't until October 31st nine years ago, that I was introduced to Halloween (another clue), Calvin and Hobbes, Nintendo, and Doritos by you, and if it wasn't for you, I probably would have never moved to NY - but that is beside the point. The point is that until now, some eight years later, I have never had better sex with anybody but you, and that means something!

Maybe it is true that women have more intense orgasms with someone they love, even though back then I did not know it was true love I felt for you. Maybe it is true that intimacy brings on feelings which were never before felt... Who knows!? All I know is that we were friends most of all, and the physical attraction was a mere bonus point.

We couldn't get enough of each other. On the weekends, you usually came to see me in my dormitory, and the ridiculously small bed only added to our excitement. We would spend as much time as possible in bed, only getting up to shower together, cook and eat together, and talk.

Our bodies were there for each other to explore. I gave up on my reservations about you eating my pussy after it became so obvious that there just wasn't anything you liked to do more (quite contrary to someone else I had been with before). I found out exactly how many times I could get you to the point of cumming in my mouth only to retreat and bring you back to the point of no return a few minutes later without torturing you out of your mind. 

We were both satisfied with our relationship, and yet there was something that was on your mind. You would ask me repeatedly if there was something else I would like you to do during sex, and since I never responded in a way that was satisfactory to you, you took matters into your own hands after a month.

You came to see me on the weekend as usual. I picked you up from the train station and after some grocery shopping we took the subway home to the dormitory. In my room, you opened your bag and pulled out some soft ropes, telling me with a smile that those would be for later. And then you did not say a word about it anymore until after dinner. 

Even when we were back in my room and lying down on the bed together, you did not mention the ropes. Soon we were kissing and touching each other. I loved to take the initiative, and so I soon kissed down your neck, pulling the t-shirt up and over your arms and head. I couldn't get enough of the feel and taste of your skin under me.

I loved your hands. Big but gentle, they moved across my back as I kissed every inch of your chest, and then wove their fingers into my hair when the tip of my tongue dipped into your belly button before I straddled your thighs and sat up. My eyes never leaving yours, I crossed my arms in front of my chest, got a hold of my shirt, and pulled it up slowly, revealing my belly and tits. I suppressed a chuckle as I pulled the shirt over my head and let if fall down on the floor. You so obviously loved what you saw.

Coming back up for a deep kiss before returning to your pants and what was inside of it, I purposefully let my hard nipples slide across your chest on the way up your body, and you groaned before I closed your mouth with my lips. A minute later, I sat back on your thighs, looking into your eyes when I opened your button-fly and bent down.

My tongue travelled along your skin right above your briefs before it went a little lower to trace the outline of your hard cock through the thin cotton. Involuntarily, your hips moved upwards towards the warmth of my mouth, and your cock jerked upwards as well. You moaned as I sat back up to remove your pants. I smiled. You were so impatient.

Pants and briefs off, I had an unobstructed view of your glorious cock. It was the thickest cock I have ever felt, and even now, nine years later, just thinking about it excites me. I loved the smoothness, the texture, and especially the taste! So I did what I always did when we were together: I bent down to tease you without mercy! I let my tongue leave a moist trail from the base of your cock to the tip before I blew across it with my hot breath, making you shudder with anticipation. 

I planted hot kissed across your cock, slowly of course, listening to your moans, before I circled the thick head with my tongue. After making your cock all nice and moist with my tongue, I would finally take your cock between my lips and descend slowly all the way the base. That always got the loudest moan out of you! 

I loved it when you sat up on your elbows to watch your cock disappear into my mouth. It never took long to get you to the brink with my mouth and hands, but unfortunately for you, I knew exactly when I had to stop if I did not want you to come just yet. I had worked on that timing to perfection. And I loved every little bit of it. When I sensed you were near the edge, I let go of your cock completely and focused on your heavy balls instead. Tantalizingly, I took one into my mouth and sucked on them gently, enough to make you squirm underneath me while the veins on your cock pulsed with excitement and frustration.

And then I started all over again; five, six times, until you were beside yourself with frustration and begged me to make you cum. And if you were lucky, I did! You surprised yourself by how vocal you could become when I teased you like that. You actually cried out loudly when I finally went all the way and made you cum all over my face and tits. 

Now it was me who had forgotten about the ropes on the table next to my bed. I laid next to you, closing my eyes, feeling your heartbeat return to normal, when you sat up. 'Where are you going?' I inquired, but I did not receive an answer. Instead, I opened my eyes and saw you holding the ropes in your hands. Without a word but a big smile on your face, you tied the rope around my wrists and bound me to the bed. You did the same with my ankles. 

Your smile was reassuring. And then you touched me. Your fingertips felt like soft kisses on my skin. Your mouth joined your fingers in caressing my body and I was slowly overwhelmed by your touches. It was a new experience for me to feel your hands and mouth without being able to speed up or slow down the pace. I had to give in to your rhythm, your pace, and that was an excitement I had not felt before.

You took your time exploring my tits. Your tongue teased my by circling the nipples without ever touching them. Before long, I moaned just as you had ten minutes before. My moans meant to encourage you to speed up, to make me cum. Yet, your tempo stayed the same, making me plead with you to please touch my pussy. You only laughed, telling me to slow down, there was so much time.

My body did not want to hear any of it. I needed relief right there and then, and when his hands finally touched my pussy, I nearly jumped out of my skin. All my nerve endings seemed to have moved right to the surface, and every single one of his touches seemed to stimulate me at the very core of my being. I was on fire!

Your fingers on my pussy circled my clit without quite touching it. I felt like I would explode any minute. Then, when your fingers circled the entrance of my cunt and suddenly dipped inside, I came instantaneously, surprising even myself. Good, I thought, some of the pressure is gone. But I was wrong. I still felt on edge just like before, like a bow that could not go any further.

When you moved between my legs and licked my glistening pussy with your tongue, I held my breath. Even though I did not know what was going to happen, I knew it would be more I had ever felt before. Lifting my head, I strained against the ropes, adding even more pressure to what I felt already. I could see your tongue touching my clit. I could see you looking up at me as you started to suck my engorged clit into your mouth. There was a rush of unknown origin, something strong and uncontrollable moving up my thighs and then exploding in my pussy. Later you said my body had left the mattress for an instant when I came so forceful, I almost blacked out. My orgasm went on forever and ever as you continued to stroke my clit with your tongue until I begged you to stop. 

That night was the first time I ever had an orgasm that intense, an orgasm that swept me away. I have had others like that years later, with other men, and of course, with myself. But it is not the same; not the same stimulation, not the same intimacy, not the same feelings. 

I haven't felt you in eight years. But I haven't forgotten. And every anniversary brings back these and many more memories of you: how you, being 25 years old back then, gave me the best orgasm ever. You, the American I picked out of the crowd so many years ago. You, the man I married. You, the man I truly love. It's your anniversary again: You died eight years ago!



Anniversary



To know someone as I know you is a beautiful thing. Our ten years together has brought us closer, and formed a bond of mind and soul I had only thought possible in a romance novel, or some kind of fantacy. The term "Soul Mate" has taken on true meaning to me. To know you, is to know love, acceptance, and complete friendship in every facet of my life with you. This is my tribute, my declaration of total devotion. To you, my woman, my lover, my friend. 

With the approach of our tenth anniversary I wanted to do something that we would look back upon as a once in a lifetime memmorable experience. I wanted to give you something more than merely "Special". Wanting you to feel pampered, and enveloped in overwhelming sensuous pleasure from dusk until dawn. I began to make my plans. 

Over a period of several weeks, I shopped at "Victoria's Secret" for you. Only you know my affinity for fine Lingeri. I visited "The Candle Shop", selecting the scents we both enjoy so well. Bath oils, matching silk kimonos, satin sheets, and a downfilled comforter were procured. Finally my preparations complete, I awaited the the day. 

The alarm rang as usual at 04:30, reaching over you to turn it off, I smelled your lingering purfume, my lips gently brushed against your hair. I stretched slowly, then got up, heading for the shower. Though I was tired as usual, I couldn't help but smile knowing what the day would bring. 

After showering and getting dressed for work, I returned to you, standing and just gazing upon you as you slept. I leaned over, and brushed my lips agains your cheek. You stirred, and turned your face to me. "Happy Anniversarry" I whispered, your smile, as always warmed my heart, you replied sleepilly "Happy Anniversarry Sweetheart". We softly kissed, "I Love You" I whispered, "Have a good day honey". "I Love You Too" you replied "Drive careful". I took a final gaze at you as you drifted back to sleep, turning, I left you then, placing the card, and short note upon your dresser, where I knew you see it. 

You awoke as the sun streamed into the window, stretching, and yawning as you always do. You rose from the bed, and noticed the card, and letter I had left there a few hours before. You smiled as you opened the card, reading. 

Happy Anniversary my love, I am the most blessed of all men, because I have you. I know your love, your touch, and your gentle nature. I know your heart, and those things that please you. I will forever be in your debt for chosing me to love, and to spend your life with. I am truly blessed. I share your love, I share your friendship. I am so happy with you by my side. There is nothing stronger in the world than the love I have for you in my heart. May I be able to please you forever. Forever yours, Your Loving Husband

Smileing you then picked up the letter and read. 

My love, 

You will find a gift I've left for you in the bathroom. Please wear it for me today. I've taken the liberty of filling your day with appoinments for you to keep, I'll look forward to seeing you this evening. 

Your Loving Husband

A puzzled look upon your face, you walked to the bathroom, noticing the gift wrapped package. After your shower, you opened it, and read the little note. 

Sweetheart, I've made several appointments for you today. I hope you enjoy them. 

09:30 "Body Works" for a Sauna, massage, and facial 12:15 "The Bistro" for lunch 13:30 "Nails & Things" for a manicure, and pedicure 16:00 "The Mane Event" for a haircut, and style. 19:00 "The Yorkshire Inn" for dinner I'll meet you there my love. 

Your Loving Husband

You opened the tissue covering the contents, and beheld a teddy of dark emerald green trimmed in black lace, black stockings seamed in the back, embroidered with butterflies. You smiled brightly as you found the matching garter, and black sheer thong also embroidered. You found the 5 inch stilettos with the silver heel and toe caps, and softly laughed. You began to understand my motives, and realized the evening gown I had in mind. You knew now beyond any doubt how much I still thrilled seeing you so dressed. Your nipples hardened, and your pussy moistened as you thought of my reaction to seeing you dressed in my gift, and the pleasure you'd enjoy later in my arms. 

Your day passed quickly, you enjoyed the sensuality of each and every caress, and touch of the professionals attending to enhancing your natural beauty. You often thought of me as you endured each ministration, your self image bolstered by knowing you'd never been lovelier in my eyes. 

You walked gracefully into the dining room of the Yorkshire, facing the entrance, I saw you, the breath catching in my chest. I'd never seen you more beautiful. I began to tremble, as if it were the first time I'd felt your skin. You looked more beautiful than I'd ever remembered. My pride swelled as I took notice of other men turning from their dates to watch you as you approached our table. You are so beautiful. I am so blessed to have your company. 

We dined together sharing a sumptuous evening repast. A good meal, better company, and fabulous champagne, a vintage I no longer remember. Love and laughter were shared. I again became lost in your eyes and your smile. 

As we stood to leave, I suggested you take a drink at the bar, and come after you were done, to our room. Your eyebrow raised in question. I have a few things to attend to before you arrive I whispered into your ear. Your eyes twinkled in the low light, your smile telling me you understood. I left your presence. 

Within 20 minutes, I had everything ready for you. I stood waiting in the warm room naked beneath my white silk kimono, yours was laying over the end of the queen size bed, now covered in white satin sheets, and the flowered white down filled comforter I'd pulled back from one corner. 

A soft knock attracted my attention to the door. 

I opened the door slowly, seeing you there standing still with a warm smile for me. "Come in" I said softly, "I've prepared a chamber for you."

You entered gracefully, your irises opening in the dim candlelit room. The aroma of the 125 candles filled your senses. Your smile spread accoss your face. "Mmmmm, Sweetheart" you softly said, as you wrapped your arms around me and we kissed deeply, and our passions began to build. 

My hands were busy, as I unbuttoned your gown... it pooled around your feet. I separated us, taking in the sight of you in the lingerie I had provided for you this morning. Oh my God you're so beautiful!  I thought. We came together in a warm kiss, arms, hands touching, caressing. Tongues playing, heavy breathing as if we were new to each other. My hands caressed and squeezed your round butt as you stroked your hand along the length of my hardness. 

I slid my hands into the waistband of your thong, sliding it over your ass and down your thighs, I leaned over and slid it over your knees, and down your calves, you stepped out of them. 

Raising up, I slipped the strap of the teddy off your right shoulder, and exposing your breast. I placed my lips to it, sucking gently as I removed the other, and pulling it down exposed the left. My hand rose, taking hold of your nipple between my finger and thumb, gently squeezing and twisting it. 

"Ahhhhhh"... you exclaimed. I raised up, kissing you hungrily as I removed your beautiful teddy... you stood before me in your garter, stockings and shoes. "Sit on the bed Sweetheart" I breathed... 

I removed your shoes, kissing your feet and toes... You began to unsnap your garter from the stockings, I kissed the flesh above them, we both were trebling as I slid your hose from your shapely legs. You unsnapped your garter, tossing it to the floor, I stood with you, my kimono now open, and held you to me, our skin touching once again. I stood shaking, noticing your trembling as well. We took each other in our arms, our lips met with passion, hungrily searching, probing. 

After a while, we separated, I took up your kimono, and helped you slide it onto your shoulders. You smiled at me as I tied it, and we took hands together, I led you to the bath. "I Love You's" were whispered. 

I opened the door, your eyes widened, a deep and large Jacuzzi filled, and steaming, votive candles floating on the water, the aroma from the candles and oils were very pleasing. Many candles surrounded the rim, and on every surface that could hold them. 

"Ohh Honey!" you exclaimed. A huge smile spreading over your face. 

I turned to you, you turned to me, we kissed, and began to disrobe each other from our white silk kimonos. 

Now standing naked together, I help you into the Jacuzzi tub. "Ohhhh Sweetheart" you breathe as you settle in. "It's so nice and warm". I smile to you, and slowly enter the other end. 

Once settled, I take your feet in my hands. "Would you like a foot massage Sweetheart?" I ask.. your eyes tell me yes. I begin to massage your right foot... rubbing and pressing your heel, the ball of your foot, your toes... I massage your ankle with firm pressure and caresses from my strong fingers, I switch to your left foot, and repeat, you purr your satisfaction. 

I have finished your feet, My eyes twinkling, I pull your left leg toward me, and in the process turn you away from me. I pull you close. You sit between my spread legs, my throbbing erection presses against your lower back. My hands are full of your breasts as you lean into me. Caressing your nipples, I whisper Baby I want you, lets get out of the tub. You turn your head toward me, we kiss passionately. The water goes down the drain... 

We stand, and dry each other with the soft, white terry towels. Smiling, you giggle, and run to the next room, jumping onto the bed. Laughing I follow you, I see you laying there, and smack your ass with a playful slap. "Mmmmmmmm", you sigh, I lay beside you now, we kiss and fondle each other. 

You turn onto your back, your arms wide to accept me, you spread your legs, lifting your knees. "Love me Sweetheart" you whisper. I slide between them, I take hold of my hardness, slapping it on your tummy, I smile broadly, "You want me?" "Tell me. " "Fuck me" You whisper... your hips writhing. You and I take hold of my hardness, directing it to your opening, wet, swollen, and obviously wanting. You rub the swollen head of my cock through your wetness, then center it over your opening. I push slowly. 

Ahhhhhhhhhh, you exclaim as I slide slowly into you, looking into your eyes, I tell you again "I Love you" my turgid length fills your sheath. Once again I feel the hard button of your cervix against the sensitive tip of my cock as I fall fully into you. 

You close your eyes, "Baby you feel so good!" you sigh... "fuck me" you sigh... I begin to thrust. You return my thrusts with those of your own, Our wetness, slurping, squishing, and running freely.. the smell of our sex together fills my head with lust for you. My hardness becomes harder... I feel as hard as steel, I lift my hips with each deep thrust trying to lift you from the bed, as if I could suspend you from it. You fuck me back, your pelvic movements sliding me over and again deeper into you, banging again and again against your cervix. We shudder and shake, our breathing coming in hard gasps. 

Suddemly you open your eyes, knowing you, I understand as you fold your body, sliding me out with a slurping noise. You reposition, on your knees, laying your head upon your pillow, your ass turned up. "Fuck me hard" you moan, I place the head of my cock to your openning... and Push steadilly, and smoothly due to your wetness. *PBLPBTTTT* "Ohhh" you exclaim... "Sorry"... I smile... "That's just a sign of getting fucked properly" I say as my thrust expells air from your open cunt. My hardness seems to swell... Your cunt spasms... clenching my cock, your inner muscles rippleing I try to lift you with the hardness of my cock. Suddenly you spew your cum over my shaft and balls... "Ohhhh Sweetheart" I exclaim... feeling your pulsing, and squeezing as you cum I grab your waist firmly and shove hard.. slapping my balls against your wet sex... Unnnnngggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh, I shout as I empty my balls into your womb. "Ohhhhh... Gawd... " I pant... as I hug you around the waist.. totally spent. 

We fall together... I pull the white satin sheet over us, as well as the down filled comforter. "I Love you" I whisper... "As I love you" you whisper in reply.



Anniversary



Janet waved her hands in front of her face hoping to get some air circulating but it was to no avail. It was hotter than Hades in the apartment. It was the middle of March, as hot as the hottest summer day, and the air condition had stopped working sometime during the night. The windows were all open in hopes a breeze would combat the heat, but there was no breeze. Perspiration made her blouse stick to her skin and a thin film of it made her face shine. Janet heard the refrigerator turn on and walked over to it, opened the freezer door, and stuck her head in. Sighing in pleasure, she closed her eyes and vaguely wondered if she could crawl in.

Janet stayed with her face in the freezer for fifteen minutes and would have stayed longer if the phone didn't start ringing. She pulled her face back, closed the freezer reluctantly, walked back into the living room, and reached for the phone.

"Hello," she said sitting at the edge of the flowered sofa.

"Hey, baby. How are you doing today?"

"Nydia," Janet said with a smile. Even after a year, Nydia's voice still made her smile. "I'm doing great for someone slowly roasting to death. The air con gave up the ghost last night."

Soft laughter floated through the line and Janet closed her eyes as it washed over her. "Again? We should really talk about getting it repaired and before summer."

"We will. So when are you coming home?"

"That's why I called; I'm not going to be able to start toward home until late Monday night."

"But I thought you'd be home tonight."

"I know, I'm sorry, but something came up and we need to fix it before construction can start."

"Our anniversary is on Sunday," Janet knew she was sounding like a child at the beginning of a tantrum but she couldn't help herself; she was hurting.

Nydia felt much the same way so she let the churlish tone pass, "Honey, if I could I'd be there tonight and suffer through the weekend in that heat so I could be close to you."

"You're only saying that because you'll be sleeping in a nice air conditioned room."

"Exactly why I'm saying it. We'll celebrate our anniversary when I get home. My treat. Look, Janet I've got to go."

"Okay, I'll just go back and stick my head in the freezer again."

"I love you, Janet."

"I love you, too," both girls hung up at the same time as was their custom.

Janet looked around the empty apartment, her eyes landing on a picture of Nydia sitting on the coffee table, and slumped down on the couch. Nydia was smiling, Janet couldn't recall a time when she wasn't, her straight black hair pulled back from her face so it didn't obstruct the deep blue of her eyes, her mouth was full and soft, and her body was naturally tanned and lean.

"Great," Janet mumbled to herself, "Now I'm miserable, lonely, and hot. It was better when I was just hot." She took the picture from the table and hugged it to her.

Nydia walked into the apartment quietly, closing and locking the door behind her. As she moved through the living room, heat caught her in waves; a thin film of perspiration quickly covered her arms and face. She saw the window open and moved toward it hoping for a slight breeze. Nydia sat down on the chair under the window and removed her boots and socks. She was dead tired. She drove six hours after endless ones stuck in meetings, but she was unwilling to miss her own anniversary. Just thinking of Janet's face lighted up in surprise was enough to propel her to her feet and walking toward the bedroom door.

She noticed the line of light underneath the door and smiled at Janet's inability to sleep in the dark by herself. Nydia opened the door and stood leaning on the frame as she drank in the sight of Janet. She was sleeping on top of the covers, on her stomach, and completely naked. Nydia let her gaze wonder over Janet's body, it gleamed slightly with sweat, her straight back, the small dip at the small of it, her round firm ass, and her long legs. Janet was built like a dancer and tended to move like one when awake, all raw energy, but asleep she was peaceful and quietly beautiful. Her dark brown hair was streaked with lighter tones and cut above her shoulders. Her face was striking, especially in profile as it was now, with high cheekbones, straight nose, and an easy smile which produced dimples at either cheek. But it was her eyes Nydia had fallen in love with first. They were big brown eyes shining with kindness and honesty. You always knew what Janet was feeling; her eyes told you. In sleep, with eyes closed, it was easier to drink in her beauty, long lashes falling on smooth ivory skin. Nydia felt the love slam into her making her catch her breath.

Nydia walked into the room and slowly removed her clothing her eyes never leaving the form sleeping peacefully on the bed. When she was as naked as Janet, she moved to the head of the bed, knelt, and placed a small kiss on her shoulder tasting the sweat and essence that was Janet. She moved her lips and took Janet's in an awkward kiss because of the angle, and felt as Janet came awake slowly, opening her lips and moving her tongue inside Nydia's mouth to taste, to explore. Moving back, Nydia smiled into her dazed eyes.

"Hi," Nydia whispered.

"Hi, I thought you wouldn't be home till tomorrow night."

"I couldn't stand the thought of being away from you on our anniversary, so I crammed meetings today."

Janet struggled to her elbows and beamed at her, "You're naked."

"It seemed appropriate since you were, too."

"Cant' sleep in clothes in this heat."

"Pretty bad," Nydia murmured leaning in for another taste of Janet's lips.

Nydia crawled into the bed with Janet letting her body slide against the slickness of Janet's. Lying on her back she enjoyed the knowledge and feel that the person she loved was next to her.

Janet, still on her elbows, looked down on Nydia and smiled, "You look exhausted."

"I've been up since five, and the drive seemed longer than ever."

"My poor baby," Janet replied as she bent her head and kissed Nydia lightly on the forehead. "Why don't you just close your eyes," she whispered as her lips briefly touched Nydia's eyelids, "and I'll do all the work. You can just enjoy."

Nydia smiled her eyes already closed, "If you insist."

Janet moved her lips down the side of Nydia's face her tongue darting out to lick and taste. Moving slowly across her jaw, Janet took her lips in a tender kiss. Their tongues met and played with each other. Janet moved her tongue inside of Nydia's mouth moving it across her teeth, the inside of her cheek, and along Nydia's tongue. The kiss went on for several minutes as Janet's hands moved over Nydia's body, caressing softly, naked skin already wet with sweat.

Janet ended the kiss and trailed her mouth down Nydia's chin and throat lightly biting then licking Nydia's neck. Over smooth shoulders and the swell of breasts. Nydia moaned softly as she felt Janet's mouth close around one of her nipples. She entangled her fingers into Janet's hair pressing her closer to her breast. Janet took the nipple into her mouth and began to suckle it gently at first then with more pressure. When she heard Nydia moan she bit down on the nipple until Nydia whimpered above her. Janet ran her tongue over the throbbing nipple before moving her head to the other one. Doing the exact same thing to the other nipple, Janet closed her eyes and enjoyed the sounds of Nydia's soft cries.

Janet moved her mouth over Nydia's breasts her tongue darting out to taste the underside of them before moving on to traverse flat stomach toward Nydia's bellybutton. Reaching her destination, Janet paused. She licked the surrounding skin then blew gently on it. Nydia trembled at the sensation. Janet licked Nydia's bellybutton her tongue delving into it her teeth gently grazing. Nydia's body moved beneath her begging her with no sound to move lower. Janet obeyed. She moved her head down over Nydia's abdomen her teeth scraping and her tongue soothing and teasing.

Janet got to right above Nydia's pussy her mouth over it, her breath tickling the sensitive folds. She moved down and started at her ankles. Kneeling between them, Janet slowly kissed the inside of Nydia's ankles her tongue stroking the pulse point there. Janet's hands were slowly sliding over Nydia's sweat soaked body. Janet moved her mouth up Nydia's legs alternating between the two, her tongue lapping up the sweat. She would place a small kiss, a slight nibble, and then a thorough lick. Janet spent time exploring the inside of Nydia's knees before moving further up.

Nydia's moans now sounded like words, "Please, baby, please, taste me." Her body moved under Janet's, her back arching exposing herself more. Janet decided to comply and lowered her open mouth onto Nydia's wet and aching pussy. Nydia moaned loudly as she felt Janet's mouth explore her pussy. Janet traced her tongue over Nydia's lower lips before moving inside. She explored and tasted moving her tongue around inner walls and circling Nydia's clit. As Janet's tongue moved on Nydia's clit, her fingers entered her. She moved three fingers in and out slowly then quicker alternating between the two speeds and everything in between while her mouth sucked on Nydia's clit her tongue circling it, lapping across it. Nydia pressed Janet's head closer to her body, grinding it into her pussy. She was mindless with need and pleasure. She could feel the explosive end just beyond.

Janet didn't mind. She loved the smell and taste of Nydia. She worked her fingers deeper into Nydia's pussy her mouth insatiable on her clit. She felt Nydia's body tense moments before her pussy walls convulsed around Janet's fingers. Nydia's orgasm seemed to go on forever her breathing was shallow, her body trembled, and her pussy gripped Janet's fingers tightly. Janet continued to feast on Nydia's clit through her climax. She slowly removed her fingers from within Nydia's pussy and moved her mouth up Nydia's body, tasting and teasing until finally reaching her mouth. The two girls kissed deeply while Janet moved one of her legs between Nydia's pressing her knee into Nydia's pussy making the convulsions begin anew. Janet caught Nydia's moan in her mouth as her tongue moved inside it.

Nydia gradually came back to earth. Her eyes were still glazed with pleasure and she smiled dreamily at Janet. "Thank you."

Janet smiled back leisurely, "Anytime. Happy Anniversary."

"Happy Anniversary," Nydia responded her body satisfied and her mind blissfully blank. "I love you."

"Love you, too."



Anniversary



Wendy looked at her watch, and then at the door. She wanted to have been gone hours ago. But again, Ian was running on Ian time.

She didn't want to spend their anniversary driving all night.

As she picked up the phone to call his cellular again, he walked through the door, carrying flowers and a teddy bear. She smiled at him, and rose to kiss him.

He gave her the flowers and the bear, and said I love you. Then he drew her into a close embrace, kissing her slowly, slipping his tongue past her lips. The kiss lasted for what seemed like 5 minutes before she pulled back, feeling the hardness in his pants.

"Work kept me late babe, I'm sorry." he got on his knees and kissed her thigh. "Please forgive me".

She ran her fingers through his hair, smiled down and said, "I'll think about it."

He grinned, slipping his hand up her skirt, and between her legs, hooking his finger into her panties, and tugging them down. He ran his hands slowly up her thighs again, massaging them, pushing a finger past her pussy lips, slowly pushing it in and out.

She moaned his name softly, "Ian, honey, we, baby we have to go." he grinned and whispered "not till you cum"

He pushed her against the wall, raised her leg, and rested it on his shoulder, and he buried his face in her pussy, parting her lips with his fingers, sucking slowly on her clit, and pushing his fingers into her again. Her pussy getting wetter, his cock growing firmer. She moaned, and whispered she was going to cum. He sucked firmly on her clit, pumping his fingers in and out of her faster, feeling her drench his fingers. Pulling them out of her slowly, he kissed her tracing his cum drenched fingers across her lips, slowly undoing his pants.

"I love you Wendy" and he pushed his pants to the floor, stepping out of them. Ian took her hand and led her to the swing that was in the living room. It was for their porch, but he started putting it together in the house because it was raining, and then realized it wouldn’t fit out the door.

Laying her down, he looked into her eyes, brushed her hair out of her eyes, and slid between her legs. His hard cock throbbed against the feel of her lips, and he rubbed them over her, placing the head of it into her, entwining his fingers with hers, and squeezing her hand softly as he penetrated her fully. She moaned, and ran her hands down his back, tracing her nails over him. Her hands moved to his ass, pulling him into her firmly. Looking into his eyes, she kissed him and told him she loved him, heart and soul.

They made love for an hour before cumming hard together, she of course had cum multiple times, but the one together was intense.

She looked at her watch, and then at the door. "Ian, honey come on, we have a long drive, and I'm hungry."

He carried out his weekend bag, and placed it at the door.

They got into the truck and headed for the highway. He turned on their favorite radio station, because he knew she would fall asleep during the drive, she always did. She laid her head in his lap and curled into the fetal position, her thong poking out just barely visible at the back of her pants, and her subtle breasts pushing up the material on her top. He ran his fingers slowly through her hair. She closed her eyes and moaned softly, enjoying the feel of him touching her.

She ran her hand slowly over his thigh. She could feel the bulk of his hardon pressing against her head.

She lifted her head and turned in her seat, bringing her hand to the zipper of his jeans, and slowly unzipped him, pulling his cock free of its confinement.

"Wendy... I have to drive." he moaned. She grinned and purred. "So drive, don't let me stop you." And she ran her tongue over the shaft of his cock. Twirling it around his balls as her hand slowly stroked him, her thumb rubbing over the tip of his cock.

She continued this for 10 minutes, teasing him, till finally he could take no more and he grasped a small handful of hair at the back of her head, and moaned. "Suck my cock Wendy." and pushed her head over him. And she did. Her mouth moved over him quickly. He wanted to cum, but not like this. He wanted to fuck her. And hard.

He pulled over to the side of the road, and watched for traffic, they were the only ones there.

He pulled her mouth from him, and got out of the truck, walked around the passenger side, and opened it, pulling her pants off of her quickly.

'Ian, you don’t have to.." and he cut her off by pressing his mouth to hers, and bringing his hand down to her pussy, Rubbing her clit vigorously for a moment and plunging one, then a second finger into her wetness.

He ran his hand over his cock for a moment, and pulled her downwards, spreading her lips, and rubbing the head of his cock against her. She moaned softly. And with that, he rammed into her, grasping her by the hips and filling her tight pussy with his hard cock. He grasped her breasts, and brought his mouth over the nipple, biting softly, but hard enough to make her moan loud.

"Ian, I'm gonna cum." He started pounding into her harder. And then stopped. "No no nono please baby, please don’t stop." He grinned at her, and turned her over in her seat.

He brought a finger to his mouth and moistened it, bringing it back down to her ass, he rubbed it slowly, pushing it into her. He pushed his cock back into her, wetting it even more, finally pulling it free of her he pushed the head of his cock firmly against her asshole, pushing it into her, she moaned in both pleasure and pain, as he entered her. Reaching around, his finger found her clit, and he started rubbing it, pushing in and out of her faster. She pushed back against him, begging him to fuck her harder, moaning she was cumming. He grasped onto her hips, and gave 3 more hard thrusts, and he was cumming inside of her.

Their bodies shuddered and shook for a moment, and he pulled himself free of her.

"Oh my god, Ian, where did that come from?" she giggled. He grinned and looked at his still hard cock. "Guess." and they both broke out in laughter. 

They dressed and got back into the truck. Continuing onto their destination. Two hour later, they finally arrived.

He gently woke her after he checked them in. "Baby, we're here." She opened her eyes and stretched. Smiling at him she kissed him quick, and hopped out of the truck.

The hotel was set on a mountain, on 40 acres of lush green, with the great lake expanding in front of it.

It had a casino, recreational and other things to keep them occupied for the 4 days they were to be there.

The bellhop directed them to their room. There was a terrace, and large windows overlooking the lake. A Jacuzzi was set off on the far left side of the room. A king-size leather bound waterbed was in the center of the room. There was a wet bar, breakfast area, and a his and hers bathroom, with a large heart shaped bathtub.

She ran out to him after looking around and wrapped her arms around him kissing him tenderly. 

"I love it, I absolutely LOVE it." she exclaimed with excitement. He suggested to her showering and getting ready for dinner. She asked him to join her and he declined, he stated there were some things he needed to take care of. She grinned and asked him "what are you up to?" he just laughed and patted her ass, telling her to go shower.

He unpacked the gifts he had bought her, and laid them out on the bed. With a note that stated, please dress in these, and I will meet you in the dining area. And he slipped out of the room.

She finished her shower, and stepped out of the bathroom, calling his name. And saw the clothes on the bed, she read the note, and smiled.

The gown he bought her was knee length and black, with spaghetti straps made of rhinestones. There were soft leather heels, and a pair of black stockings. For under it, was a black teddy with removeable garter, and a black lace thong. She finished dressing, put on her lipstick, and headed to the dining room.

She was lead to a private table in the back corner, and on the table a small gift sat on her plate. And a note that said simply. Do not touch.

She saw him walking towards the table, he was dressed in a tux, and looked handsome. He leaned in and kissed her softly on the cheek, and told her she looked stunning. She thanked him and blushed.

He sat across from her and just smiled. Finally she blurted out. "Ok, what’s in the box?" He laughed and told her "You don't get that till you eat your dinner." she rolled her eyes and giggled.

They sat and enjoyed their meal together. Drinking the champagne he had ordered. Finally he told her to open her gift.

She slowly began to undo the gold ribbon tied upon it, and unwrapped the black foil wrap surrounding it. She opened the box, and in it was a diamond anniversary band, She looked up at him and tears filled her eyes. He stood, walked over to her and took the ring out of the box and slipped it onto her finger. Kissing her ever so softly on the mouth.

He then suggested a walk on the boardwalk before retiring to their room. The night air was cool, but tolerable. They walked and talked for an hour. Before she turned and asked if they could go back to their room.

Upon returning to the room, the fire had been lit, more champagne was chilling, and fresh fruits and chocolate sauce, and whip cream were waiting. 

Candles illuminated the room. The music that played softly in the background was perfect.

He walked over to her. And placed his hands on her arms, he placed a soft kiss on her shoulder, then her neck. She rested her neck against his shoulder, as he pushed the strap of her dress off her shoulder.

His hands moved to the zipper on the back of the dress, and slowly, he began to undress her. Slipping her shoes off, and standing in nothing but the teddy, and stockings, he took a step back, and turned her around so he could get a good look at her.

"You are lovely." and he kissed her hungrily. His fingers flittered over her subtle breasts, hands moved slowly over her sides. He began to undo her garter, rolling the stockings slowly off her legs.

His hands ran slowly up her thighs, and he kissed her pussy before standing before her.

She began to undo his jacket, removed his tie, until he stood before her in black silk boxers.

She kissed his chest, and then kissed him.

He began to undo her teddy, exposing her breasts and suckling them into his mouth. He pulled the rest of her teddy off. Leaving her in nothing but her thong.

He laid her back on the bed, and kissed down her stomach. His hands ran slowly over her, slipping his fingers over her pussy. He looped his fingers into the sides of her underwear, and pulled them off of her.

His mouth moved over her, placing soft kisses on her pussy, his hand rubbed over her, gently parting her lips. His tongue pressed against her clit, sucking it into his mouth. His middle finger brushed over her pussy, and pushed into her. Fingering her wetness. His tongue probed her, tasting her juices, which made him hungrier for her. He spread her lips, and plunged his tongue and fingers into her, making her moan and squirm under him. He brought her to orgasm 3 times, before stopping and smiling up at her.

He stood over her, and rubbed his hand along the length of his cock. He kneeled between her legs, and rubbed his cock over her wetness, pushing the head of his cock slowly into her.

Looking down into her eyes, he kissed her tenderly, entwining his fingers with hers. She smiled at him and moaned softly. "I love you." 

His mouth found her breasts, and one hand found her clit, rubbing it vigorously as he pushed faster into her pussy. 

He looked deep in her eyes, feeling her body tense, he could feel his own begin to go rugged. And simultaneously, they both stated they were going to cum. He kissed her firmly, holding her body close to his, emptying his load deep inside of her.

She smiled and blushed.

He grinned and kissed her.

"I love you, happy anniversary Wendy."



Anniversary



Hello everyone! This is my first Literotica submission. Thank you to AccentsnTattoos for the editing!!! It's a short story & I'm on the fence about continuing on with this couple's story. I appreciate all constructive criticism. Without further ado, here is "Anniversary".

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"Are you ready?" she asked him as her hands clasped the swell of her generous dark brown hips awaiting his response. 

He looked up from his laptop and as his eyes roamed across her body, he licked his lips. "Yeah, I'm ready."

"OK." she said simply and strolled back into their bedroom. 

She spread her naked curvy body across the tossed bronze sheets and resigned herself to playing a video game on her Iphone while waiting for him to get to work. It had been a busy week since they'd last touched. He was anxious to taste her again.

He closed his laptop and walked to the bedroom they shared for the last ten years. 

"Mmmmm..." he moaned upon entering their bedroom. 

His light gray eyes drank in her glorious glowing dark chocolate body. He groaned inwardly at the sight of her sweet, edible pussy.

Quickly, he undressed and picked up her right foot, closest to him. He took the time to admire her cute feet as well as the paint of her nails before he opened his mouth and sucked on those delectable toes. It brought a smile to his face to hear her gasp and moan at the feel of his warm mouth wrapped around her sensitive little tootsies.

Gentle fingertips traced down her muscular calves. He pulled his lips reluctantly off her toes and paid homage to her calves, licking the sensitive skin behind her knees up to that gorgeous ass that always tempted him. He placed his hands gently on her ass, getting harder at the sight of his pale fingers against her dark skin in the most sensuous of ways.

He licked his lips seeing her pouty pussy glistening with moisture. He climbed onto the bed between her legs and slid his hands down from her ass to her hips, gently lifting them upwards.

He leaned down to his heaven and took a deep inhale. He always loved the smell of her pussy; almost as much as the taste of her sweetness. Her head was turned sideways onto a pillow with her ass pointed up at him. He resumed his actions by flattening his tongue and licked her from clit to asshole. 

Much to his delight, her dark brown back bowed erotically as he raised up to survey his handiwork. Little breathy sounds of protest from her foretold her desire. He was all too happy to oblige. Spreading her thighs while raising her hips farther in the air, he turned over and slid his face under her pussy.

His mouth watered at her aroused lips and the scent of her body. He pulled her down to his waiting mouth and flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue. He smiled when her hips jerked up at the contact into his waiting hands. Seizing on this, he grasped two handfuls of ass and pulled her back down to his wicked tongue.

"Ooohhhh.......sssshhh.......mmmm.....oh God." she moaned as his tongue devastated her lips and clit. 

He moved to wrap his hands around her waist and slid them up to her large breasts, tweaking and pulling her sensitive nipples while assaulting her clit with fast firm flicks. Her ass began to shake as she gallantly tried to fight her impending orgasm. He smiled once again and in anticipation for her cream he sucked hard on her clit while tweaking her nipples. She let out a deep, shaky breath and her engorged lips issued forth her girl cum.

Bringing his hands back down to her hips, he gently guided them up so he could view her chocolate ass properly. He smacked her left cheek, bringing a desperate moan from her lips and spread her cheeks apart. He loved the sight of her pulsating wet pussy and her cute rosebud. While neither knew of the pleasures of anal sex, they both enjoyed a little ass play.

He ran a finger down her crack before he placed a soft kiss on her lower back. She could feel his hard length on the back of her thighs and gave another moan as he brought the sensation of his finger and lips on her body. He spread her ass cheeks and sunk his tongue into her asshole. He paid the same amount of attention to her ass as he did to her pussy. He rubbed her clit while eating her ass. She was ready for him.

He trailed kisses up her back as he lined himself up with her wet warmth. He prodded her opening with his cockhead. He loved the sight of her brown lips spreading and suctioning around his thick pale girth. He pushed slowly into her body, dragging out the moan deep in her throat. Once he was completely buried inside her, he pulled back to see her glistening arousal cover him. Spreading her legs further, he bent her down which allowed her to arch her ass up more for his pleasure. Drawing back in slowly he began to fuck her, holding steadily onto her hips so she couldn't run away from the pounding she was about to receive.

As he stroked inside her he gained in momentum. Her moans were slightly muffled by the pillow cradling her face. Wanting to hear her cries he gripped a handful of her locks and pulled her head up. 

She was prone on all fours getting the pounding of a lifetime and loved every second of it. She moaned and whimpered at the onslaught of pleasure he gave her body. He slapped her ass repeatedly as while he rode his black beauty into oblivion.

Her pussy clenched as he fucked her good and hard. After riding out her fifth orgasm she shook violently knowing that it would spur him on further, knowing he sexually pleased his woman. He reached around with one hand to frantically rub her clit while the other hand cupped and fondled her heavy breast. The sensation of her wetness and heavy tit caused him to shoot his semen into her satiated pussy. He pumped into her body several more times before pulling out. 

He looked down at his slowly deflating shaft and saw it covered in a combination of her creamy girl cum and his ejaculate. Looking down, he saw their combined essence slowly dripping from her body. Not being able to resist, he lowered his head and ate his delicious treat. Using his lubricated fingers to coax their cum out gave her another orgasm.

Had he not held onto her hips while eating her again, she would have fallen directly into a comatose-like slumber. After her sixth climax of the night he released her and watched with satisfaction how she slumped back to their bed with heavy eyelids.

Before she slipped away to peaceful slumber, he licked her ear. "Happy anniversary sweetheart. I'm still not done with you yet, beautiful." he whispered.

Knowing he meant every word he said, she turned her face to her husband, the father of her eight year old twins. "I kinda figured you'd say that. Give me twenty minutes to catch my breath and it's on."

He smiled into his wife's face and kissed her sweaty brow in the affirmative before spooning her naked tired body and resting for a bit before playing with her again. He planned on her cumming all throughout the night. 

'She won't know what hit her.' he thought as he watched her in her slumber.



Anniversary



Nothing makes me happier than seeing my man happy! I love watching him when he is in his element. I even love watching him when he is surrounded by women, all vying individually for his attention for all different reasons. I've always been more of an observer than right in the middle of the mix, and this fits us perfectly because I have plenty of opportunity to sit back and observe and admire him. It helps that I'm not really a jealous person; in fact a part of me really enjoys it, I know how he feels about me and am proud that he is mine.

I was thinking this as I was watching him teach a class the other night, one that he actually liked teaching, and I could see the sparkle in his eyes as he moved around the room showing his students the proper way to do the things he naturally did so well. He appeared to move effortlessly with a skill and a confidence that put his attractiveness over the top, in my eyes and, I knew, in the eyes of others. 

I had never thought anyone could make me fall in love with them after what I had been through and I guess he really didn't either. It just happened. Two souls searching the universe for a mate and then somehow we came together. Our journey had been long and arduous but worth it all the way. I could never imagine not seeing his beautiful hazel eyes or running my fingers through his thick dark hair. It was as if my life hadn't really started until he came into it and I was determined to make every second with him count. No time for pettiness or ridiculous insecurities. He was my sunshine and I was always trying to be his as well.

So I was waiting for him, at home, it was our anniversary, one year together and I wanted to make it special. I was wearing a short red nightie, silk, trimmed with black lace and a red thong, over that a silky black robe tied up in front waiting for him to untie it so the fun could begin. I was barefoot, my freshly pedicured feet tapping in time to the music that was playing, JT, presently singing about bubblegum. He thought I was working late so I knew he would be surprised and I was practically bouncing with anticipation. We were officially celebrating over the weekend but this would set things off just right. I heard the door to the house open and footsteps down the hallways and I tried to look as hot as possible when he opened the door.

His jaw dropped down a little when he saw me and a big smile overtook his handsome face. I lit up like I always did when he smiled like that and got off the bed to greet him. I threw my arms around him and pulled him close to me, loving how his body felt next to mine. I pushed my breasts as close to him as I could and I could feel my nipples get hard from the friction and the contact as well as the anticipation of what was to come. When we parted he held me back at arm's length and looked me up and down before taking me in his arms again, and bringing his mouth into mine for a lingering kiss. 

As we kissed my hands started roaming his body and he reached between us to untie my robe. I ran my fingers through his hair then down his back to cup his ass. He pulled my robe down my shoulders and wrestled it to the ground. He broke the kiss to move his mouth down to my neck, softly biting and kissing in different places as I started moaning and grinding my hips into his groin, feeling his hard on rising beneath his jeans. I could feel our mutual urgency growing as he started to lead me toward the bed. When we got there I decided to take over and told him to sit on the edge. He eagerly complied, correctly guessing what was coming as I kneeled before him. I started by removing his jeans, slowly unbuttoning, unzipping and sliding them down his legs, dragging it out purposely to build up the moment. I then worked on his boxers, rubbing his cock beneath them before sliding them down as well. He was so hard for me and ready and I smiled up at him as I took it in my hand and slowly started rubbing up and down the shaft, watching it grow in my hands and the pre cum start to ooze out of the top. Seeing that, I couldn't wait any longer and I finally brought my mouth to meet his cock and licked it off before taking the head in my mouth. 

He moaned as I applied suction to the head and used my other hand to caress his balls as I slowly started to put more of his hard thick cock in my mouth. My tongue eased down the underside and I flicked it slowly up to hit all the right spots as I allowed his cock to slide in and towards the back of my throat. Pleasuring him was one of the few times when I enjoyed taking it slow, savoring every moment, wanting to make sure ultimate pleasure was had. Once I had almost all of him in my mouth I eased back and started the process again, this time taking a little bit more of his dick, and applying more suction before letting him go again. He gasped when I popped his dick out of my mouth but I didn't give him much time to recover before I went for it full on. Bobbing my head up and down taking almost the full length each time, increasing speed and suction as I went until I knew he was close. I let up just a little and started rubbing his balls again and used my tongue to stimulate the shaft as I continued moving my mouth up and down until I felt a jerk and he moaned loudly and came in my mouth. I eagerly swallowed everything he gave me until he was done. 

I then reluctantly pulled back and looked up at him. He was leaning back, his arms stretched out behind him, palms flat on the bed, his eyes closed and I could see the tension gone from his jaw, he looked relaxed and happy. I came up beside him on the bed and when he opened them they held a hungry lustful look. He leaned in to kiss me again and as he did he reached up to pull my nightie over my head. His hands then roughly grabbed at my tits, thumbs and fingers rubbing nipples, pulling them, teasing them, making my pussy wetter by the second. He pulled back, making me whine for his touch, and laid back on the bed, motioning for me to come over him so he could eat my pussy. I quickly complied, first removing my sopping wet panty, then lowering my hot wet honey pot over his ready mouth. I felt his tongue flick out to my clit and felt a jolt rush through my body. I loved it when he ate my pussy and he loved what it did to me. 

He moved his tongue back and forth across my clit quickly, hitting all the little tiny spots and taking me up higher as I tried moved my body to meet where he was going next. He used his hands to keep me in place and moved his tongue to my pussy, first licking around and then tongue fucking me as I grabbed the wall above the bed, moaning, writhing, my nipples rubbing up against the wall and calling his name as I got closer and closer to a mind blowing orgasm. When his tongue left my pussy to go back to my clit, all it took was a quick couple licks and I toppled over the brink of ecstasy and saw black spots before my eyes as I came onto his mouth, my body contracting into glorious orgasm. He kept going, knowing I can usually cum again and quickly I did, before collapsing onto the bed next to him. I laid my head on his chest and ran my fingers up and down his hard body as I recovered. 

I hadn't remembered him taking off his shirt but I was glad he had, I loved it when my nipples laid upon his bare chest, my hands loving feeling his soft skin. I kissed him, tasting myself but not caring and whispering to him between kisses how fucking hard he just made me cum and how much I loved being his. As I spoke, my hands trailed down further, to his half hard cock and started stroking him. He turned towards me, lying on his side, his hands coming over to play with my nipples, gently, sensually this time as my hand wrapped around his cock and jerked back and forth, slowly but with purpose. He used his fingers to stimulate my nipples, his thumbs to graze the tops and I moaned and closed my eyes, my hand still working him. 

I was already soaked but his hands on my nipples were working me up again. Twisting, teasing, rubbing I was practically panting in desire and my hand was starting to move faster to match it. I told him I wanted him to fuck the pussy he had made so wet. I said I wanted him to pound me so hard I would cum on his hard dick then beg him to make me cum again. The look in his eyes was beyond horny and I knew he was up for it. He turned me around so that he could enter me from behind and still have access to finger my clit and my nipples just the way we liked it. I felt his cock at the entrance of my pussy and as he pushed it in I let out a loud moan. His cock felt so fucking good and when he brought his finger to my nipple and squeezed I came hard. 

I always came fast with him but luckily he knew how to make me keep cumming and as he went deeper and deeper and harder and harder I came again. He then pulled out and pulled me up onto all fours and quickly came up behind whispering in my ear that he loves fucking my hot, wet pussy and hearing me call his name when I cum and then entered me again and worked his hand around to my clit and rubbed as I took over the fucking and slammed myself back onto his dick over and over until I came again, screaming out his name loudly and then he pushed into me with a lot of force and came into my pussy as I begged him to. We then collapsed together on the bed, panting, his hand rubbing my back and telling me he loves me and he can't wait for our trip that weekend.

Which reminds me that we still have to pack all of the toys we'll need as this was pretty tame sex for us. The handcuffs, the vibrators the blindfold, everything we'll need to truly cut loose and celebrate in Vegas. Who knows we might even meet some interesting people and have some company, the party will probably start on the plane, it's a red eye after all...can't wait I whisper as I fall asleep next to you.



Anniversary



I pull the car up into the driveway, she leans over and kisses me, and we smile to each other. 

"Happy anniversary, babe." I say to her.

"Happy anniversary to you too," She says back with a smile, "Now let's go inside. I have a little surprise for you."

We get out of the car and run through the rain into the house and as soon as we get inside, she turns around and pushes me up against the door and starts kissing up my neck while loosening my tie and nibbles my earlobe., 

"Are you ready for your surprise?" She asks in a soft seductive tone.

A soft moan escapes my lips, "I'm ready when you are."

"Good." She pulls me from the door then steps behind me and ties my silk tie over my eyes before grabbing the waist of my pants and leading me into our bedroom. Once inside our bedroom, she begins to slowly strip my suit off, one piece at a time. First, she pulls my coat down over my shoulders and tosses it onto the dresser while I kick my shoes off. Next she unbuckles my belt before unbuttoning and unzipping my slacks and lets them fall to the floor. After that she starts unbuttoning my shirt and throws it to the floor and begins running her hands all over my body before shoving me onto the bed.I roll onto my back as she climbs on top of me, kissing my neck and down my chest and stomach before climbing off the bed. "Now don't move."

"Whatever you say, Babe." I lay there on the bed in only my boxers, not moving a muscle. I can't see anything but I can hear is the opening and closing of drawers and the sound of her changing clothes and the smell of burning candles. Suddenly, I feel a hand on my wrist and it gets tied to the bedpost, then the other wrist. I lay there for a moment before feeling my boxers being pulled off followed by the sound of heels on the wood floor and I feel a slight tug at the tie wrapped around my eyes.

"Now, I'm going to take of the blindfold, but you need to keep your eyes closed until I say so. Understand?" I nod my head and she removes the tie and I hear her walk to the closet. "Okay, open up."

I open my eyes , blinking a few times adjusting to the low light, and look over to the closet and see her standing there in the candlelight. Her long blonde hair tied back in a tight ponytail, her lush breasts pressed together and hourglass figure accentuated by her black satin over the shoulder bustier with pink lace and boning, her shapely ass held firmly in place by the black lace boyshorts, attached by garter to the bustier are lace top black sheer thigh high stockings, covered mostly by her knee high black leather boots laced up the front with pink laces and silver spiked studs adorning the heel and back of the boot. I look her from head to toe then back up to see the eager smirk on her face, her green eyes glistening in the candlelight. I notice that in one hand, she is holding black and pink riding crop with a heart shaped tip, leather on one side of the heart and tickler on the other. In her other hand, she has her finger crooked through a cock ring and something in her hand, but I can't tell what it is.

I continue staring at her in astonishment and she takes a few steps up to the bed and leans over the side of the bed stretching the ring around my sack then stretches it a bit more and tucks my cock through the ring, I moan and raise my hips at her every touch, my eyes starting to roll back when I feel the soft material of the crop running up my thigh followed by a sharp smack followed by the same on the other leg. I wince and bite my lip with each stinging strike.

"You like the way that hurts?"

"Mmm, yeah, I do."

A sharp strike on my chest, "Yeah?!" then another and another, "I think you mean, 'Yes, ma'am'!" One more strike

Wincing with each strike, "Yes, ma'am, I like the way it hurts."

She looks down at me with an almost evil smirk, "I know you do. Oh, by the way," she strikes my stomach with the crop, "this ring that I've put on you is controlled by this." She says with a slight giggle as she dangles a remote control over my face. "All I have to do is press the button here," she explains while pressing the button, "and it makes the ring vibrate." She smiles down at me as I grow harder and harder. "Ooohh, look who decided he wants some attention." She says before sitting beside me and slowly stroking my throbbing hard cock forcing long loud moans from my lips. My eyes roll back, then without warning a sharp crack of the crop on my chest sends an echo through the room and she removes her hand from my cock. My hips thrust into the air as I whimper to feel her touch. "Aaww, does he want some more attention?" she asks with a snicker as she runs a fingernail up the bottom of my shaft causing me to whimper more.

"Yes, please. Please don't stop touching me. I'll do anything, please." I raise my hips higher trying desperately to feel her hand while pulling at my binds.

"Anything, huh?" She runs the crop up and down my shaft, "What exactly does that entail?"

I lay there breathing heavily, "Anything. Please just don't stop." Then I feel the crop strike my inner thigh.

"Mmmm, I like anything." She stands up walking around the bed studying me, "I can do a lot with anything."



Anniversary Adventure



I have to tell you about the last time my wife and I went out for supper. I came home from work and it was our anniversary. She was just starting to get ready when I hopped in the shower. When I got out she already had her long coat on over her dress, a dress she wouldn't let me see. I got dressed quickly and we left. 

When we got to the restaurant and the maitre d took our coats, I just about creamed in my pants to see what my sexy wife was wearing. She had on a black dress with a halter neck. The front of the dress cut straight across her tits, barely covering the nipples. I could see the areola peeking out from the neckline. The hem barely came down past her ass and the back of the dress was open. If she lifted her arms I could see the edges of her boobs and the back was so low I could see the top of the crack of her tight ass. I was instantly turned on, but she just smiled at me and led the way to our table. I could barely make it through the meal, especially when she told me to drop my fork and look under the table. 

When I did, I saw that her legs were spread and her shaved pussy was soaking wet. While I watched she reached a hand down and spread her lips, then slid three fingers into her wet hole. With that I signalled for the check and we left. 

We got into the car and started to drive home. My wife started to rub her tits and her nipples were standing up rock hard under the dress. I was stunned when she undid the strap holding her dress up and pulled it down so her breasts were exposed. She moaned and began pinching and pulling her nipples. "I am soooo horny," she said. She continued playing with her nipples for a while, then she suddenly put the seat back down, put her feet up on the dash and spread her legs. I watched while she fingered her clit until she came, but that wasn't enough for her. She began sliding first three, then four fingers in and out of her cunt, moaning and playing with her clit with the other hand. 

She moaned that she wanted something hard in her. I told her we were almost home, but she didn't want to wait. She sat up, turned around and straddled the gearshift. She sank down and I watched the gearshift disappear into my wife's pussy. She fucked herself on the gearshift until we got home. 

At home we got out of the car, but didn't make it into the house. I was so horny that I pinned her up against the car and slid my hard cock into her waiting pussy. I fucked her outside, up against the car. She screamed in ecstasy and came twice before I shot my load. 

We made it into the house, but once inside she turned around dropped to her knees and began sucking my cock. I was still horny and it didn't take long for him to come to life again. Once it did, she went into the kitchen leaned over the kitchen table and begged me to fuck her ass. 

I went up behind her, slid my cock into her pussy a few times, then pulled out and pressed it against her ass. We had never had anal sex before, the most we had done was me putting in a finger or anal beads while we fucked. As I pressed harder against her tight ass, she moaned and pushed back against me. Her hand was underneath, fingering her clit. All of a sudden the head popped in. 

I slowly pumped in and out until my entire cock was buried in her ass. I started long, slow strokes, knowing I wouldn't last long, her ass was so tight. She moaned and screamed "Fuck it, fuck my ass, take it....harder and faster. I want to cum with your cock in my ass" I began pumping faster and she screamed louder. I could hardly believe the words coming from her mouth, she was usually quiet during sex. It turned me on more and I began driving my cock into her ass as hard and fast as I could. 

She screamed that she was cumming and I wasn't far behind. After we both came, I slid my now limp cock out of her ass and she stood up and faced me with a big grin on her face. "That was awesome" she said. 

We went to bed then, and before we fell asleep she said, "I really think two on one would be great...a cock in my pussy and one in my ass". We did arrange that with a friend of ours, and since then have gotten into some adventurous sex situations, but that's another story.



Anniversary Adventure



"Hey Babe, have the kids gone to grandma's yet?" I asked as I finished whisking up the fresh whipped cream for our dessert. Dinner was spread out on the table –herbed steak and a garden salad – and the dessert was done except for the cream in the bowl. It needed to whip up and then chill.

You watch out the window as Jill and Sydney, our two girls meander next door to spend the night with their grandma. 

"They are there.....now."

"Well then, dinner's ready." I lit the candles on the table, put the whipped cream in the refrigerator to set and brought over iced tea to drink. The tension from the last few months drained from the room as I sat down next to you.

"I can't believe it. Twelve whole hours with no kids, no phone, no nothing."

You smile.

It's infectious.

"How'd you pull it off? I mean, how'd you get my mom to agree to this?"

"I'm very persuasive. It only cost me fifty bucks."

We both laughed, knowing that it was money well spent. Fifty bucks plus another fifty or so in snacks, movies, a new stuffed animal for Jill and some app bucks for Syd's iPod. Still a bargain.

Dinner went quickly.

Dessert was a hit – strawberry shortcake with fresh whipped cream. Everything designed to be light and to leave us with the energy we'd need for later.

Later came quickly.

I cleared the table after dinner and you sat and sipped coffee. Your eyes flashed at me, reflecting the candlelight, stoking my fires even further. I fell in love with those eyes. Everything within them, beneath them, behind them. That was nearly a decade ago and time had only strengthened the desire. You caught me staring.

That smile again.

I poured some coffee for me and we both sat there, chit chatting, enjoying each other's company. My hand rested on your knee, yours on my forearm. Fingers slowly stroked across each other's skin. Times like this, I thought, need to be bottled and saved forever. There is no stress, no outside world. I sit and stare in your eyes, listen to the harmony in your voice. 

Of course, we only have twelve hours – eleven now – so we move past the relaxation phase of dinner and coffee and move toward more vigorous endeavors. I'm like the fire in our stove, vibrant, seething flames held in check by a simple door and lever. One twist and the inferno is released. You drive me there. Again and again, it is a journey I never tire of and I feel my blood heating up. Oh how my little harlot, my vixen, can open my eyes into this other world with just a glimpse into your own sexy soul.

"Why don't you go into the bedroom and I'll be there in a second?" I ask, putting on my best innocent act. You play along.

"Are you trying to seduce me, what on the first date?"

"Oh, I know how you are on the first date," I joke back.

You smack my ass as you walk by. "Don't take too long."

"Why don't you just lay down and rest up for a minute while I finish up." I put up the last dish and watch your hot little ass sway its way into the bedroom. Your gasp of surprise is both expected and arousing. You stick your head back out and raise your eyebrows at me.

"Seems you've been busy."

"More than you know."

"Tease."

"Me? Never. Well, maybe for a minute or two, but not longer than that."

You duck back inside and I wait a bit, trying hard to calm my nerves. How is she going to react? Are we ready for this? Am I ready for this? 

It feels like the first date we had. The one that took me dialing the phone twenty-seven times and hanging up before I finally got the nerve up to let the call go through. Your voice on the other end of the line, the hours spent on the phone, all leading up to ten glorious years of payoff. Our marriage was perfect in every way. Yet here I was, pushing the envelope. What would happen next?

I walked to the bedroom. You've turned the lights down and I see you sprawled out on the new bed I put together earlier in the day. It took a lot to get your mom to distract you for so long, but hey, fifty bucks here, fifty bucks there, it's only money. The bed is bulky, a queen-sized oak pedestal with drawers underneath and a bookcase headboard. I've reinforced all of it. There are also hooks and clips in strategic places, though I doubt you've noticed. 

On the wall is a canvas photo of our artwork, blown up to poster size and framed. You are staring at it, which is exactly according to my plan. I slip my shirt off. You look up at the motion and smile appreciatively. I reach down and unbutton the white blouse you have on. A few motions later and you are topless, your nipples straining, the dark areolas on your shapely breasts pucker despite the warmth in the room. I lean over and suckle each one in its turn. My teeth tease your left nipple as I roll the right with my fingers. Then I switch. The feeling is intoxicating and I watch you close your eyes and roll your hips up. Your hand slides down to your jeans and slips inside. I can see you playing with your pussy as I cup your breasts. 

It makes my rock hard cock strain against my jeans.

Is she going to like this? I wonder as I reluctantly release my hold on your breasts. Your nipples glisten with saliva and I watch them harden, solidifying like ice sculptures. I open one of the drawers.

You get tense.

"Relax," I say, trying to reassure you, encourage you and keep you from looking all at the same time. You push your jeans down and I see your hands working on your pussy with no restrictions now. The picture is fucking hot. You've got your pussy lips spread wide with fingers from one hand as you flick your clit back and forth with your other. Every few strokes, you slide two fingers into your dripping pussy and then bring them back again. 

"Perfect," I whisper huskily. "God, that's so hot."

I'm having a hard time following through with my plan. I don't want to stop you, I want to watch the show and judging by the stiff rod in my pants, I want to jump into the show right now. But all that will have to wait.

I pull my supplies out of the drawer. I lean over to kiss you and at the same time I grab one wrist. You resist. You want it on your pussy. You need it. I won't let you have it back, though. I slip a loop over your hand and tighten it up. Then I reach back and clip the strap to the ring on the bed. You still have lots of play, lots of extra length, but that will change. Next, I repeat the process with your other hand, clipping it to a ring on the other side of the bed. You're getting the idea. 

I'm not sure if you like it yet, but I'm committed now and I think it will pay off. My cock is softening a bit, tempted but anxious. My breathing is heavy. You look at me questioningly.

"Trust me," I say, knowing I'm also trying to reassure myself, telling me to trust me, as well. It's not easy right at the moment, though. I tighten the straps and now your hands are secure above your head. Not uncomfortable, but not yielding, either. I produce a silk blindfold and put it on your eyes. The toughest part, covering those eyes. Even for a moment.

I slide down the bed and pull your jeans all the way off. Your pussy glistens with wetness, slicking the triangle of black hair and allowing your clit to peek out just a bit. I reach up and spread your lips apart and slide my tongue from your ass to your clit, one long stroke. Then another. I pause and circle your clit with my mouth, your breathing gets faster. My tongue picks up its pace, alternating from small circles to larger ones, going from focusing on your clit to covering your inner lips before dipping down to sample your juicy little hole. I savor this. You taste so good. Your pussy is sweeter than fresh ripe peaches and just as juicy. I could eat you for hours and tonight, I'm going to give it a try. Well, not hours, but a long time. 

My middle finger presses into your pussy and I feel you clamp down, happy it seems, to at last have something inside you. The main course begins with penetration. I'm not finished with the appetizer quite yet, but a tease is definitely in order. I concentrate on your clit with my tongue now, mouthing the alphabet, vibrating my lips as I flick back and forth across that hot button. I curl my finger inside you, making a come-hither motion and your hips buck a bit as you grind your cunt into my face. That word. I know that word but god what else do you say as your wife growls like an animal and drenches your face with her nectar? Cunt fits, I think as I moan. Pussy. Oh fuck this is hot. My tempo slows as I feel you start letting go. Usually I take this moment to slide up and push my hot cock into you, feeling your velvet walls form around it and suck it inside. Usually we move on from there, bringing in toy friends and perhaps trying new places. But this isn't usually. We have twelve hours. This is the beginning.

I want you to cum, I need you to drench my mouth, cream all over my face as you moan with ecstasy. I imagine your eyes fluttering as I finger your pussy and lick your clit, which stands as hard and erect as any penis now. Back and forth, round and round, the same steady tempo I know gets you off.. How many little buttons can I find? With two fingers now in your pussy and my thumb rubbing outside, I stretch back and push a lubricated finger against your tight little asshole. The effect is immediate. You arch back and push, slipping my finger in your ass to play with the others in your pussy.

"Oh god...." You moan. Louder now. I think you're expecting me to stop, but I'm not going to this time. Your hands rattle the restraints. My tongue presses on. My fingers dance inside and you start to twist your hips. Grinding against me.

"Oh Yes....God......YES....GOD YESSSSSSS!"

The release comes as you reach your first orgasm of the night. I feel your body tense, shocked into rigidity as sure as if you'd been hit by lightning. Slowly, you relax and I pull my fingers out of you and release your clit. Your pussy juices run off my chin as I sit up. You're smiling even though you can't see what I'm doing.

"Best dessert ever," I say.

"Can I see yet?" You ask. I know this is driving you crazy, what your inability to see or even touch anything. Too bad. You'll have to wait.

"Not yet, Baby," I say. I step off the bed and strip off my clothes. My cock throbs, needing to be used, to be released. I know just the place.

The wooden bed creaks a bit as I climb back up. This time, I'm kneeling next to your head and my hand runs through your hair. You guess what I've got in mind and your tongue flicks out just as I guide my cock up to your lips.

"Yessss!" I gasp. You open up and engulf my cock, sucking at it with such talent and gusto. I have the sexiest wife in the world. And she's giving me the best head ever. Your mouth is warm on my shaft, your tongue dances along the head of my cock, twisting circles like a gymnast turning cartwheels. Then you start bobbing up and down on the shaft and the effect makes the world turn upside down. I feel like a disco-ball is spinning in my brain as I rock my hips to meet each stroke. I reach down to play with your tits. God, your glorious tits. Fuck, your wonderful mouth. I tug and pull on each nipple as I fight the urge to fill your mouth with hot cum. Not yet, baby. Not yet. 

I have more planned tonight.

You have really gotten into the blowjob now, sensing we may get more than one go-round on the orgasm wheel tonight. I know you don't want me to cum in your mouth, but I know you trust me enough to pull out before that happens, even with your hands tied behind you. I watch as your blindfolded face bobs back and forth on my cock, your lips leaving a glistening trail of saliva on the shaft as you coax me closer and closer to my own orgasm. I also know now is the time.

The bed creaks, but you don't notice. I reach down and play with your leg nearest to me, reaching far enough that my dick pops out of your mouth and you swipe at it playfully with your tongue. Now that I can reach, I stroke your inner thighs and urge them apart. You feel hands along your legs, Sliding higher until they disappear and my dick is back at your lips. You devour it hungrily and I go back to playing with your nipples. 

Ready or not. I think and squeeze your nipple a bit harder, then release your breasts and pull back for a moment. You are left there, on the bed, and I imagine you seeing me moving down, spreading your legs apart and sliding up with my cock ready. You feel me lift your ass and put our new wedge underneath. Then you feel my cock pushing against your hot drenched cunt. 

Something's wrong. I know you're thinking it. 

I know you think something is weird even before I slide back up and push my cock against your lips again. I know you are confused even as you suck my shaft inside and lick the head in just the right spot. Because just as I do that, another cock presses against your pussy and then slides inside. Slowly, for it is a huge cock. It could have been modeled after our own toy friend we keep in the drawer but this one is warm and alive. This is no toy. And it is not me, because I am balls deep in your mouth and playing with your tits. This moment is what I've been worrying about, you see. I look down at your blindfold. No, you don't see. Not yet. 

With a flourish, I take care of that little problem, whipping the silk away and letting you in on the secret you already know. A little anniversary present. He is muscular and clean. His eight-inch cock, thick as a beer can, is halfway inside you now and you pant with each slow thrust. The mask he wears reminds me of Gonzo the muppet, a feathery façade with an outrageous, twisted nose. He wears nothing else.

"Happy anniversary, baby," I whisper. You respond by sucking harder on my cock. I groan and start thrusting in unison with your mouth. This won't take long, I know. I reach back and unhook one of your hands and you immediately grab my shaft and pump it up and down. Your mouth never lets go. "God...." I stammer, trying to warn you how close I am. You ignore it. "God...OH FUCKING GOD!" I try to pull away, but you latch down and suck my cock all the way into your mouth. I erupt, sending a jet of cum deep into your mouth and I see you fight the urge to gag. You don't stop, though. Fuck, don't stop. You suck harder, milking my cock even as your present fucks you. He's all the way in your stretched pussy now, and you lay your head back and let my cock slide out. I fall back on the bed, drained for now. My vantage point is our friend's hard cock sliding into you. My head lies just a few inches away from the show. I can see the veins on his silky shaft. I see your juices sliding off it as he pulls all the way out. As the head comes free, a drop lingers, then rolls down to the underside and hangs there, tantalizing. I reach out and roll my finger to catch it. You both moan. 

Then he's back inside you, a slow fuck that pushes you against the cushion with each thrust. Your pussy looks like it will turn inside-out every time he pulls back. God how good that must feel. I feel my cock stiffen again. This is the sexiest sight I've ever seen. I walk over and undo your other hand, freeing you up completely now. You reach over and grab my hand and look into my eyes, then we both look down at the man in the mask as he lifts your ass up and drives his cock into you. We gasp in unison.

"Do you like it?" I ask you. You nod and wrap your hand around my cock in confirmation. "Hmmm....me too."

I stretch down and hold your pussy lips open for our friend so he can ravage you completely. His cock glides against my fingers and I hear the sharp intake of his breath. I know how good your pussy feels. I know what he's going through. I lean down and flick your clit with my tongue. Just a tease, because we both know it's too soon.

The act brings me face to face with that cock that's violating my wife, though. That holy god big dick that's impaling you and making you moan and beg for more. I move my fingers out a bit and now I'm grasping that shaft with my hand as it slides in and out of you. I feel the bumps and ridges, catch the head as it comes out. Without hesitation, I lean down and lick it, just a taste. It tastes like you. Then I open my mouth and let him slide that sweet tasting cock inside. It's different, being on this end, I think as my tongue traces the outline of his head. It feels like I've got an entire plum in my mouth, but I slowly relax and start moving my head like you moved yours on my cock. After a few strokes, your taste is replaced by something a bit saltier, but not unpleasant. I stroke his shaft and bob my head up and down. I feel you moving around a bit, and then I feel your hands on my cock. 

"Suck that, baby," you're saying, your voice hoarse and husky. You stroke a bit faster. "Oh god."

Oh God is right. I feel the cock in my mouth swelling and I suck more insistently. My hand is pumping like I pump my own cock when I masturbate, faster and faster as I get him closer and closer. I know the feeling. I need the feeling. Our friend in the mask moans louder and his motions get jerky. I feel his balls tighten and his hand goes to the back of my head. It's not necessary. I take a deep breath and then slide his cock as far into my mouth as I can just as he erupts. Jets of his cum fire into my throat. Again and again, his balls tighten with every shot and I pull him closer, struggling to swallow. Finally, he is spent and I can breathe again.

This is weird, sexy and fucking hot all at the same time. Our friend moans as I release his cock from my mouth. I look at you. Your face is flush, your nipples hard as diamonds. You're sitting on your knees, leaning up to get a better view. As I stop sucking, you lean back and arch your hips forward and drive three fingers deep in your pussy and slam them in again and again. I lean over to kiss you. You smell him on me and moan. Your body tenses and you cum again, this time impaled on your own hand. We all collapse on the bed, intertwined, sweaty, spent. Such a twisted, hot sight.

After half an hour spent dozing off, waking up, cleaning up and getting drinks, we start again. Our friend does not speak, but we talk about using him and playing with each other. Fingers reach out and find crevices and peaks. The fire rises again. This time, it is well-planned and choreographed. I stretch out on my back, my cock slick with lube, support pillows on each side of me. With a little urging, you lay on your back on top of me, using the pillows to control your height as I reach down and guide my cock into your hot, tight little ass. I press our small vibrator into your palm and you fire it up, using it on your already abused clit. It takes only a few moments for you to drop down and fully engulf my cock. Once you are ready, our friend moves between your legs and lets his monster nip at your pussy. With a few drops of lube on that massive head, he's ready. I feel his cock push at your entry, an oversized invader seeking to push me out of the way. Slowly, he inches that shaft deeper into you. Three, four, five inches. The pressure against my cock is overwhelming as I feel the ridges on the head of his cock rub through the thin membrane separating him from me. That separation is you – the main course.

After a minute or so, I feel you relax as you get used to being filled with two hard cocks. He feels it too, because right then he starts sliding his cock in and out, two, three inches at a time. The head slides against my shaft from top to bottom and back again as it slips deeper into you. The humming vibrator shivers his cock which in turn makes mine twitch. While I can't do much thrusting, I can control side to side motion, which I start to do in time with his thrusting. In, side, out, side, almost a figure-eight. I reach around and play with your nipples. Your breathing is sharp, raspy. I'm nearly hyperventilating it feels so good. You start rotating your hips with our motion, a concerto of harmony in fuck major and the results are rewarding and immediate. I hear you moan and I lean forward and lick your ear.




Anniversary Adventure



"God, baby, you are fucking amazing. I love fucking your ass. Can you believe you are so filled up, so much cock, God you are so sexy." I struggle sometimes to talk dirty to you but not tonight. Don Juan with Tourette's Syndrome, that's me. "Fuck us, take every inch of those cocks, baby. They're all for you."

I feel your breaths coming, sharp, fast, shallow. Your body tenses and I feel our eruption building from deep within. It is a fireball, a solar flare of desire and pleasure that erupts to consume us all. You arch and scream with ecstasy as I lift my hips up and feel my cock explode at the same time He drives his hot hard cock to the hilt in your pussy and blasts off. Cum shots rocket into you from all angles as you hold the vibrator to your clit and ride to the stars. Ten seconds. Twenty. The orgasm stretches beyond anything we've felt before. It finally subsides and we collapse. He slowly pulls his cock out, inch by inch until the head appears and pops out. Your roll over slowly, allowing my softening cock to slide free of you and I collapse back on the bed.

Our friend stands up, grabs a robe and leaves the room. I hear the door of the house open and close. He's gone. Part of the deal I made. 

It takes most of my strength to roll my head to look at you. You ended up perpendicular to me, your feet hooked on mine, legs splayed apart. You meet my eyes and smile. I reach out and your hand meets mine in the middle. We both survey the carnage and laugh. The bed is a mess. We are a mess. I can see dribbles of cum running out of your well-satisfied pussy and my cock is raw from its workout. 

"Happy anniversary, Baby." I say, squeezing your hand.

"You too, stud." 

Hmmm. My cock twitches. I roll over to you and whisper in your ear.

"We've still got nine hours."



Anniversary Adventure



It started out as one of those mistakes. We had gone to the beach for our anniversary and requested our special room at the motel, the one where we had spent a beautiful and very hot weekend on our first anniversary. It is not the nicest hotel in Cape May but it was a short walk to the beach, and it was our motel. I checked us in and was handed a key. We went up to the room, walked in and there were still suitcases in the room, clothes lying around and the sounds of someone in the shower. The shower stopped immediately when my husband and I entered.

A man's head poked out of the shower, "Can I help you?" he asked. 

"I am so sorry, I was given this key for this room," I stuttered. "It must be some mistake. May I call the desk?" 

The man introduced himself as Tom and said, "Sure go ahead." I heard some giggling in the room as I called. 

The desk clerk spoke quietly into the phone, I could barely hear him. 

"But we come here this weekend every year." I said.  "Do you have another room? Can you refer us to another hotel? What do you mean no rooms anywhere? What do you mean 40 minutes away?" 

I looked up to see I had an audience, my husband and a couple both dressed in towels were looking at me expectantly. 

I hung up. "Sorry." I said to everyone. I explained to the couple that it was our tenth anniversary and we were returning to the room of our first anniversary but that they had unbeknownst to us all booked my husband and me and the couple in towels to the same room. 

The couple looked at us, and smiled a kind of odd smile and then said, "Listen why don't you just stay tonight. We can share the room. We are going out for dinner, so give us some time to dress, just about fifteen minutes and the next three hours are yours. We have already been in the bed by the wall so if you take the one by the door, that would be fine. And if you give us half the price of the room we will be happy and you will be better off than driving tonight looking for a place to stay."

I looked at my husband. He seemed a little taken aback but it seemed ok. We stepped outside and talked while they dressed. The man came out and introduced himself as Tom and his wife's name was Rose. Tom had a nice smile and seemed genuine. He was tallish, with slightly graying brown hair and kind green eyes. Soon Rose opened the door and invited us in. She was small and slender, and had her clothes in her arms, holding them close over her chest. The towel around her covered everything barely, but sometimes opened just a bit. She was also around 40 and her short auburn hair accentuated her petite face and violet eyes. It turned out they had children the same age as ours, approximately, and were away for the weekend as well. We shared with them, about our children at home with grandparents. Hank talked easily about his work and our lives. He is not as tall as Tom, his curly hair and soft beard were also graying but distinguished. His eyes were alert and showed amusement quickly. Soon we were laughing about our predicament and meeting like this. Then the conversation stopped and everyone felt comfortable and uncomfortable. Throughout the brief conversation, I know I caught a few glimpses of Tom's cock and balls as he turned or gestured, or thought I did and I'm sure my husband caught a few flashes of Rose's tits and ass as she turned and pulled up her towel. Was this on purpose, I wondered?

We both wanted to stay so we grabbed the opportunity. They went into the bathroom and changed and we heard their soft conversation but not what they said, although we did hear Rose' soft chuckle, and when Rose came out, she was dressed. She was pretty, petite, sweet faced and friendly. 

She said, "Take the three drawers by the door. Look. It might be fun."

We thanked them for their kindness and consideration, and Hank handed them sixty dollars and they smiled and went off. 

We unpacked, opened our glass of wine and Hank headed for the shower while I laid out some clothes, had a bit of a snack. When Hank came out, dripping wet, wrapped in a towel, his broad shoulders with beads of water, I gave him a deep kiss and glanced at the clock, 7:30. I moved quickly into the bathroom. I wanted plenty of time to remove that towel and get to what was under it. I stepped into and out of the shower and into my lingerie, the same white misty outfit I wore on my wedding night and every anniversary afterwards. 

I fixed my hair and stepped out with my stockings, garters and pearls. My husband smiled that amazing smile of his and came to me. We kissed, and I felt his hard cock against my belly. It was going to be a good night. We played, we drank we laughed and it ended with me on my knees and him moving behind me, when the door opened. It closed again quietly and we glanced at the clock, 10:30. It was kind of hot to be seen, and after all, we knew well that they had been doing the same thing themselves and that we would never see them again.

A discreet knock at the door a half an hour later was met by my husband in his robe and me in my nightclothes and the four of us smiling sheepishly. They apologized and shared they had maybe had one too many. 

"Us too." I added and then invited them to help us finish our wine. Soon we were giggling and talking about sex. 

"You two look pretty hot." Rose said, grinning. 

"Yeah, I heard some sounds when we came in, "Tom shared, "And that was really hot. I like your moan." He said to me.

I was embarrassed but turned on so I talked on and on about loving the sounds of sex. I said I liked letting go and feeling like I could just let it loose and do whatever I wanted. 

We chatted and laughed until I heard Hank say. "Well, you know, turnabout is fair play. You saw us naked, now we should see you." 

They both looked a little surprised and then they took a deep look in each other's eyes. I looked at Hank.

Rose went to her drawer and drew out another bottle of wine and opened it. She took out a deck of cards and said, "Well, I've got an idea. Let's play strip poker." 

We smiled and she went on. "Rules are, no same gender mixing, no penetration without unanimous approval and everyone can and will say no to what they don't want."

My pussy was tingling, oh was it tingling. My heart was beating fast. I looked at Hank, first at his cock under the robe, and then at his eyes. Both were lit up. I nodded.

We all had a drink and Rose dealt. Hank won the first round. So Hank chose who lost what. 

Hank said to Rose and me. "Off with your tops." Rose took off her blouse but kept on her see-through bra. I lost my sweatshirt and was sitting there showing everyone my breasts. In fact everyone could see my breasts plainly. But Roses were on view as well through her flimsy bra. My brown nipples were erect and hers were as well. What was I getting into? 

We looked at Hank to see what he would tell Tom. 

He said. "Tom, sorry pal, but the pants have got to go."

We watched at Tom unhitched his belt and unzipped his pants, stepping out of his sandals. He had on boxer shorts and his cock was pushing them out. I smiled at Rose and gave her thumbs up. Hank looked at me carefully and thoughtfully, as if measuring what he would decide if he won again. I was, however, determined the winner would be me.

Unfortunately for me, it was Rose. Rose looked at Hank and said "Your turn to lose your pants". I knew he was naked underneath his sweats, and as he turned around and leaned over you could see ass and balls. When he turned around his cock, long and slender, the head purple with a hint of moisture on the top, pointed at me. It was very hot, even hotter knowing that Rose could see it as well. 

Rose looked at me and said, "Do you have anything on under your bed pants?"

I smiled and shook my head no.

"Ok" she said to the guys, "I am going to offer her a choice. She can take off her pants or she can give each of your cocks a sweet kiss. Just a kiss."

The guys looked at each other and grinned and nodded. They both came over and placed their cocks in front of my face. It was no question for me, this is what I hoped they would pick. I already felt deliciously exposed but wanted to move on, and I love cock sucking. 

I said to Rose, "Who is first, Ms. Winner?" 

She said, "Your husband first and then mine." 

I knelt at my husband's feet and slowly licked up the shaft.  Precum sparkled on the tip. I licked it slowly off. Then I stood up and walked over to Tom and knelt in front of him. Looking up at him, I softly licked his cock underneath his silk shorts. As my tongue moved up the shaft and around the tip, I could also feel the precum. I felt my pussy juices flow. I kissed the tip quickly but hard. Maybe more later, I thought.

The next hand I did win and told Rose to choose her skirt or her shirt to take off. Off came the skirt. Rose was dressed in see-through panties. Her nipples were hard and the panties were obviously wet.

Tom, of course, I told to take off the boxers. He was now totally naked, his cock standing up for all to see.  It was not as long as Hank's but thicker and the veins stood out. I felt my pussy clench as I saw two cocks- both really hot. I pulled my eyes reluctantly away to look at Hank. He was already naked, so what's a girl to do? I was in a deliciously voyeuristic mood, plus I got suck a new cock, it was his turn, so I instructed him to present his cock to Rose and let her lick and suck it. 

All this happened so quickly I didn't have time to think or worry, I just went with my gut, or, really, with what my pussy wanted. Hank looked at me expectantly and I told him he was to let Rose suck but not to touch. I looked over at Tom who was watching them intently. I could tell it was really hot for Tom to watch and I wanted to reach over to grab his cock. But I didn't. I stayed with the rules of the game. I could tell Hank was about to come in Rose's mouth so I stopped them. 

Tom won the next round, and he decided that Hank would remove Rose's bra slowly, taking a full minute to remove it. Her breasts were lovely, the skin was white and the nipples were brown. Hank took his time caressing every inch of her breasts and tweaking each nipple. The nipples were very erect. Rose's mouth opened, her lips were parted, her eyes sparkled and little moans escaped her lips. I noticed her panties had a large wet spot. 

Tom said he would remove my bed pants and would also take a full minute to do so. He turned me to face Hank and slipped the pants slowly over my ass, touching it lightly, slipping his hand between my legs and gathering my pussy juices on his fingers. Hank watched as Tom's fingers touched over my clit. I sighed.

Rose won the next round. She had both guys sit on the bed. Then she tasted both cocks, each six times. Then she had me kneel on the bed and each guy took turns licking my pussy from clit to my sweet wet hole. The feeling in the air was delicious. Four very horny people, enjoying every minute. 

Hank won the next round and Rose and I were both told to lean over the edge of the bed. Tom was instructed to play with Rose's breasts and pinch her nipples while Hank sucked my clit and labia. Then they switched. I was so close to coming, I knew I could not take much more. While Hank's nose and mouth were in Rose's pussy, I watched Tom pinch one of Rose's nipples and lick the other, switching back and forth until she was moaning. Rose's panties were part way down her legs and as she went to pull them up, Hank stopped her. 

"Leave them right there." he instructed.

I thought I needed a break. This was so good I didn't want to come yet, so I got up and paraded, wiggling toward the wine. I poured more wine for everyone. Each of us looked at each other. Rose was in her panties alone and they were halfway between her knees and her slightly shaved dark brown pussy and the rest of us were completely naked. We all had the same thought. The feeling of sex and the push toward orgasm was in the air. Yet, we all still wanted to savor this erotic excitement in the air. I impulsively threw on my bathrobe.

I said, "Time for an ice break," and grabbed the bucket and went down to get ice. When I came back to the room, the door was locked. I knocked. 

"Come on, open up." I said. 

Hank opened the door. "Is anyone else out there?" He asked.

I looked around. It was nearly 1 a.m. and the hall seemed empty. "No one" I whispered back. 

"Good. Send in that bathrobe."

I looked around again and handed in the ice bucket. I heard some giggling and then Rose shut the door. I looked around again and then I took off the robe and knocked. 

"Who's there?" asked Hank. 

"Come on," I said.  

At that moment someone was coming up the stairs, the door opened a little and I pushed but couldn't get in. 

"We played a quick round while you were out and decided you lost." said Tom. "So to come in you must get naked in the hall." 

I looked around, dropped the robe, twirled and Tom opened the door. I walked in. There were two cameras snapping my picture. As the cameras flashed I heard someone walk slowly by the door. I realized they probably at least saw the flash of my naked ass, more perhaps. 

I realized this tenth anniversary celebration was just about to become a full orgy but my ardor had cooled at bit, and if this was to be my only orgy, I wanted the delicious teasing of the game to last as long as it could. I brought all of us, completely naked, aroused and horny, back to the cards. It wasn't hard to convince the guys. A naked woman can get two naked men with hard-ons to do whatever she wants. 

I won. So I played turnabout and posed them for the next picture. As I took the picture, I noted that the closet doors were missing a circular handle. There were two open holes. I waited for my next win.

In the meantime, Rose and I got to each lick our husband's cocks and the others'. It was heavenly. Hank was completely engorged. He was purple and the veins were more pronounced than I had ever seen.  All I could think was how badly I wanted his cock in my mouth and in my pussy. But in the back of my brain, I kept hearing,' not yet, not yet'. Luckily I won the next round.

I turned on the lights full blast and ordered both husbands into the closet and to put their very hard cocks through the holes. It was just like a glory hole. Rose and I took turns sucking them until they nearly came.

We were all so close, so close. But I pulled everyone back to the game.

Rose won. She pulled me to the bathroom and asked me some important questions. I answered them as truthfully as I could. We looked at each other, knowing that what we chose our husbands would agree to.

Rose walked out. "Ok guys. This is it. It's time to come and the cards are going to tell how, and with who."

She took the four jacks from the deck and shuffled them around. Then she laid them on the bed upside down.

"Black jack means the woman gets fucked in the ass. Red jack means pussy. The man and the woman with the matching colors play together. We play until everyone comes."

The first pick I got black. I like ass fucking, so the question was who's cock would be in my ass. Hank drew black. Rose and Tom watched as Hank moved behind me and slowly slid his cock into my ass and started to fuck. Then Tom lay on the bed and Rose sat astride him and slowly, teasingly moved up and down on his cock. I watched my husband gaze at her beautiful breasts as they bounced up and down. We both stopped. Nobody had come yet. We dealt the four cards again.

This time Rose and Hank pulled red and Tom and I pulled black. My ass was filled again and we fucked together as Hank entered Rose, doggy style. Tom's fucking style and his cock were very different from Hanks and it felt wonderful. But I wasn't going to come from ass fucking.

Rose, however came, screaming her orgasm.  Tom quickened his pace moving deeply into my ass. I felt his cock and balls clench and felt him come with hard spasms in my ass, his load washing into and dripping out of my ass. He collapsed over me. It was great, but my pussy wanted more. 

It had been a great night, but I was still not fulfilled. I was pretty sure Hank had come from fucking Rose. That left me out. 

"I got to come." I said out loud. 

Rose went over to Hank and played with his cock until it was hard, which didn't take as long as I worried it would. My pussy was waiting, wanting, no needing, to come. Tom joined in and played with my pussy. He rubbed over my clit and ran his fingers gently over the lips of my pussy. He put his mouth on me and sucked. I was aching when Hank climbed on top of me. I surrounded him with my legs. 

On the other side of the bed, Tom had gotten hard again, from playing with my pussy I hoped, so he mounted a moaning Rose, bending her legs back over her head. 

Each of us watched the other, each having tasted the other. As Hank moved deeply inside me, the good feeling of his cock moving inside my hot pussy brought an amazing wail from me as I throbbed through an orgasm.  As I wailed, I heard Tom groan and Rose yell good words to the Creator. Soon everything was quiet, still and peaceful. The smell of sex permeated the air and the quiet was broken only by the steady tick of the clock and deep breathing. I felt completely satisfied and peaceful as I slipped my arms around my exhausted and very dear husband. 

The clock said 3 a.m. We fell asleep, each with our own spouses, each full of satisfaction, satiation and memories. 

The next morning, we rose early and showered. I was still hot and the shower with Hank was hot, and I am not talking about the water. We were quick and when we came out, Tom and Rose were not in the room.

We packed quickly and I was a little worried that they were gone, until I heard a quick knock. Rose and Tom walked in with coffee and bagels and bananas. We laughed over the coffee and it made everything comfortable, especially when Rose peeled the banana and ceremoniously ate it. We looked at each other and I leaned over and hugged Rose. 

"I have never done anything like that." I said. "Although we always talked about it, I thought it was just a kind of thing that was hot to talk about. You two made it beautiful and fun, thank you." 

We hugged again, exchanged email addresses, promising to write. Hank and I packed the car and headed home. When we got home, I checked our emails. There was a note from "Rose and Tom" and it contained just a few words; "Thought you might enjoy the picas, we are sure going to." One picture was of Rose with her panties above her knees, Hank licking her pussy and Tom, hard and horny, staring at the camera, horny for me. I knew we would see them again. 



Anniversary Adventures



My wife really likes to make a big deal out of our anniversary. Each year she makes sure that we are able to get away for a few days of relaxation and usually some great sex. She always picks somewhere new for us to go to each year and her big thing is keeping it a secret from me. After 17 years, you would think that she would start to run out of ideas, but she always tries to out due herself each year. I will admit, that this one not only shocked me but it was far and away the best one

After several hours of driving, we finally arrived at our destination. I saw a rather large looking home off in the distance, I guess it could have been considered a mansion. Just after we turned off of the main road, we came to a big cast iron gate that was closed. I saw that there was a button to push for service, so I let my window down and pushed it. A voice answered and said "Welcome to Discovery Manor - do you have a reservation number?"

My wife pulled a paper out of her purse and began to rattle of a confirmation number. The gates began to open and the voice over the intercom said, "Thank you and please pull forward to the registration office."

I was excited as I drove the 200 yards up to the manor. This looked like an expensive first-rate place that my wife had picked out. A valet greeted us and a bus boy was all over our bags that we had packed. As we walked in the lobby I was a bit taken back at how nice everything was. I also noticed that everyone working at this place, both men and women were very young and good-looking people.

We made our way up to our suite and as we opened the door could see how spacious it was. I walked into the bathroom that hade marble flooring and countertops along with a big Jacuzzi tub that I knew I would be taking several soaks in. As I made my way out to the living area, I noticed the big screen TV. with brown leather furniture surrounding it. My wife had made her way into the bedroom and was laying down on the big four-post king sized bead.

"What do you think of this place?" She said.

"I think were going to have a lot of fun." I said.

Just then we heard a knock on the door. It was the guy with our bags. As he dropped our bags off, he also pointed out some of the extras that were offered in the room. He pointed to the complimentary mini bar and a complimentary gift box. He also told us that we could turn our TV to channel 99 to review all the different activities that was offered by the manor.

My wife made her way into the bathroom and said that she was going to relax in the tub before getting ready for dinner. Since she was the one that made the reservations, she knew everything that this place had to offer - her plan was to let me see what was going on by watching channel 99.

As I turned on the TV. and began to watch, I was almost shocked when I realized that this place was a sexual themed resort. I continued to watch as they showed room after room (six in all) that had sexually oriented themes and games that were being played. On the preview, they stressed that you could participate as much as you wanted or if you prefer, you could just watch.

Needless to say, I was in shock but extremely excited. First of all, I didn't know that places like this even existed. Secondly, I couldn't believe that my conservative wife would pick a place like this to spend a couple of nights at. I was sure that it must have been a mistake on her part, so I went into the bathroom to let her in on what this place really was.

When I walked in, she had a sheepish grin on her face and said, "So have you picked out what rooms you want to visit?"

I looked surprised at her and said, "How did you find out about this place?"

She just replied with "Happy Anniversary."

I went back out to the TV. to watch a little more intently on what they had to offer. I soon had a pretty good idea of which rooms I wanted to go to as the excitement continued to build inside of me.

We got ourselves dressed for dinner and off we went. The theme rooms opened at 10:00pm - so we had plenty of time. We finished dinner and went back to our room - anticipation was running through both of us. 

My wife said she was going to get changed - I was a little surprised because I thought she looked great already. As she moved into the bedroom, I could see her reflection in the mirror. She was putting on a pretty skimpy looking black dress but the thing that caught my attention the most was that she didn't put on any panties.

We left our room and headed down to where the activities were taking place. We got to a lobby area where we checked in with a lady who was wearing some sexy eveningwear. She pointed to six different doors that surrounded the lobby and let us know that these were the doors to where the different activities were taking place. The lady told us to enjoy ourselves and not to hesitate asking any of the manor employees any questions that we may have.

I turned to my wife and asked her where she wanted to go first. "I'm going to start over here - I'll plan on meeting you back in the room around midnight." She said.

At first, her comment shocked me - I thought that we were in this thing together. The more I thought about it though, the more excited I got. My wife had plans of getting nasty without me and it had me both excited and curious. I watched as she went into a room - as I thought about it, I was going to wait a few minutes and go into the same room to see what she was up to.

As I opened the door to the room, I immediately saw two more doors - one for women and one for men. As I entered the men's door - the lights were very dim and I was handed a mask that covered my nose and eyes but had the holes cut out so that I could see. I quickly saw what appeared to be a stage area that was about 50 feet by 50 feet - there were bleacher seats that went on all sides of the stage. The stage was surrounded by glass that was actually a two-way mirror that had various size holes cut out of it in all different spots. The performers who were on the stage could only see there own reflections in the mirror. Those not on the stage, including everyone in the bleacher seats could see through the glass window and view all the performers on stage.

Just as I sat down, the show was about to begin. Two women and two men began to walk out onto the stage. I recognized two of them as Manor employees and figured that the other two must be as well. The four performers soon began to move around the stage very provocatively as music started to play. Before long, the men began to touch the women and the women began to touch the men - I soon realized that I was about to watch a sex show.

Still trying to be conspicuous so that my wife didn't discover me, I looked around to see if I could spot where she was. It wasn't long before I found her and saw that she was watching as intently as I was. As I watched one of the guys on stage take the lady he was with and begin to spread her legs, I began to move down to a better seat so that I could get a better view. I reached my new seat just in time to see this guy slide his cock into her wet pussy. I could feel my own cock begin to grow as I watched this act happen right in front of me. I could hear the lady moan as this guy continued to pump his meat in and out of her.

I looked over at the other couple and saw that the lady was on her knees sucking on the guys cock. Even though I was a little further away from them, I could notice how big this guys member was and how the lady was struggling to stretch her mouth around it. I was already as hard as a rock as I was watching all of this take place.

Just then, a voice came over the loud speaker and announced that anyone who felt inclined could approach the glass for a better view or to participate. "Participate" - I thought to myself, what the hell does that mean?

I saw a couple of guys get up from their seats and move down to the stage area. I was watching closely to try and figure out what they were doing. I saw the guy that moved down that was closest to me start to undue his pants. As he took his cock out of his pants, he moved up close to the glass and through one of the holes in the glass - stuck his cock inside of it. Within a few minutes, one of the lady's disengaged herself from the guy she was with and moved over to the stranger that was sticking his cock through the glass. Immediately she took it into her mouth and began to suck like a champion.

It wasn't long before guy after guy began to move down to the stage. I noticed that none of the women (including my wife) had moved down. Apparently the guys on the stage realized this as well and they both stuck their poles through the glass facing the audience. A few minutes went by and they still had no takers - I noticed that both of the men were starting to lose their erections.

I looked over to see what my wife was doing and saw her beginning to get up. My first thought was that she was disgusted with all of this and she was either going to check out another room or was going back to our room. I was shocked when I saw her take a turn and make her way down toward the stage. She passed up the one guy and went over to the one that was well endowed. 

She reached down and grabbed a hold of his half erect cock with her hand. She was surprised at its girth even at the state it was in. As she stroked it a few times back and forth, she could feel it beginning to grow. This was starting to turn her on as she dropped down to her knees. First she began to lick the head of his cock with her tongue. As she did this, the guy had become fully erect again. My wife grabbed the base of his cock with her hand and began to push as much of his cock into her mouth as she could until she felt it hit the back of her throat.

My wife continued to slide it in and out of her mouth. As she did so she could feel the moisture between her own legs. She was getting so turned on sucking his cock that she knew she was going to need something more. Slowly she reached down under her dress and felt her own wet pussy. She couldn't believe how wet she was as she began to rub in a circular motion around her clit and then sliding her middle finger deep into her love hole.

After a few more minutes of this, the thought occurred to my wife that she could stand up and bend over with her ass against the glass and offer herself to this guy doggie style. Just as she positioned her own wet hole against the hole of the glass, I heard a voice come over the loud speaker again.

The voice said, "We need to give our performers a little break and would like to ask for volunteers to take their place."

I looked and saw some frustration on my wife's face. I saw her pull her dress down and begin to leave. I thought about following her, but I was interested in who was going to be the next group up on stage. In a matter of minutes, I saw three women walk out on the stage followed by a couple of guys. About 30 seconds later I saw a fourth lady come on to the stage…. It was my wife.

By now, more and more of the audience had made their way down to the stage. Almost every hole in the glass was full with a guy sticking his cock through it. I couldn't take it anymore - I had to get a better look at what my wife was doing down there. When I got down next to the glass, I was truly amazed. It was as if my wife had turned into a cock hungry whore. She was going back and forth between about four or five holes sucking and stroking the best that she could. She couldn't seem to get to the next hole fast enough.

As I was about to take my own cock out of my pants, I noticed that one of the male performers had come up behind my wife. He placed his hand on her ass and slowly moved his fingers between her legs and slid two fingers into her wet cunt - I could see her push her ass back against him as he did this. My wife then reached back and grabbed one of her ass cheeks - spreading her pussy lips apart at the same time and turned to this guy and told him "Give me that cock - Cmon fuck me!" 

In no time at all, this guy had a hold of my wife's hips and was slamming his meat in and out of her - she continued to suck the cocks that were in front of her.

I couldn't take it any more - I was so turned on seeing what my wife was doing and knowing that she couldn't see me watching her that I found the closest hole to my wife and stuck my own swollen cock through it. I was so busy watching my wife that I was really surprised when I felt a warm tongue and lips latch on to my own cock.

I looked down to see some dark red lips stretched around the head of my cock. This lady was skilled, as she seemed to lick on all the right spots while slapping my cock against her mouth and tongue from time to time. I was so turned on that I felt I could cum at any second - but I didn't want to lose it quite yet, so I withdrew my cock from the hole and began to watch my wife again.

As I watched my wife, I noticed that the dark lipped lady was still in front of me. She was facing me standing right next to the glass - as I looked at her, I could she that she had her very ample breasts smashed against the glass. As I looked further down, I realized that she had her pussy right at the opening of one of the holes. 

I slowly reached my hand through the hole and grabbed the inside of this lady's thigh. She grabbed a hold of my hand and slid it up between her legs. It was really smooth - she was completely shaven and it was extremely slick from her own flowing juices. As she parted her legs a little further, she guided two of my fingers to the opening of her wet hole and I pushed them all the way inside of her. I kept sliding them in and out as she moaned and road my fingers.

As I looked back over at my wife, I noticed that she was looking directly at the lady that I was fingering - having no idea that it was her husband who was doing it. My wife then got herself up off of her knees and pressed her ass up against the holes with the cocks sticking through them. She was now going from hole to hole guiding one cock after another into her wet swollen pussy.

As I continued to watch my wife, I heard the voice of the dark lipped woman say that she needed more - so I again stuck my cock through the hole. I was filled with anticipation of this wet warm strange pussy being wrapped around my cock. I felt her grab a hold of it and rub the head of my cock around her wet pussy lips - and then with one thrust back, she took all of my cock deep into her love hole. As she rocked back and forth on my cock I looked to see what my wife was up to.

My wife was now at the hole right next to me. It felt strange to not only be fucking a lady right next to my wife but to watch my wife getting fucked right next to me. As I looked a little closer, I realized that my wife was guiding the tip of this guys cock right into her ass. She was going slow as I watched and saw the head of this guys cock disappear into my wife's ass. Slowly inch-by-inch she buried the rest of his cock deep inside of her ass.

Meanwhile as the dark lipped lady heard the moans and screams coming from my wife, she began to pick up the pace. Now she was slamming her ass hard against the glass as I pounded my cock hard inside of her. I heard my wife start to yell, "Fuck my ass.. Oh yeah - Oh yeah! Fuck my ass hard!"

This was all I needed to send me over the top - I began to feel my head get dizzy and my knees buckle as I started to squirt load after load deep into this lady.

After I was spent I stood just two feet away from my wife getting pounded in her ass. The lady that I had just fucked turned and grabbed a hold of my wife's ass cheeks to assist her in getting this cock slammed in and out of ass. Just as my wife began to feel her own orgasm, she felt this guys cock expand as he began to shoot his load into her ass. She rode his cock through her entire orgasm.

I hurried back to our room and made it there before my wife did. As I waited for her I began to wonder if she was going to tell me what she had done tonight. I began to wonder what was in store for tomorrow night as I turned on the TV to check out some previews of the other rooms. To my surprise, there was a live feed in each room as I began to flip back and forth - from room to room to watch all of the action.

I had a good idea of what I would be doing the next night - I'll tell you about it in the next story. 



Anniversary Album



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story contains a married couple in love, extramarital recreational sex, and a husband who enjoys his wife's passions. Please move on if you don't go for that. Civil comments welcome. 

*

"I have one more thing for you," he said, rising from the couch where they sat. It was their tenth anniversary, and they had exchanged gifts; for her, earrings, and she had given him a new watch. "It's a surprise. Stay here, I'll go fetch it," he told her. He left the room and returned with a shopping bag, dropping it on the outside of his leg so she couldn't see inside.

"Before I give you this," he told her, holding her hands in his own, "I want you to promise me that you won't be angry." She looked at him then, confused and curious, and tried to sneak a peek into the bag. "No, no; no peeking," he told her. "It's a surprise. I'm hoping you like it," he added, lowering his head and smiling a little. "I know I do," he added softly. "But you have to promise," he repeated. 

"Fine, I promise," she said, craning her neck to the top of the bag.

"All right then," he told her, and lifted the bag to his lap. "You know, we have had a wonderful marriage these ten years," he said, holding the bag closed on his lap so as not to reveal the contents. "And I hope for many, many more years together with you," he continued his rehearsed speech. "This gift," he told her, holding her gaze with his own, "represents much of what I love about you, and how much I value our relationship. I know that we would not be the same if you were different," he told her, and he saw the expected confusion and fear cross her expression. "Take it easy, dear. Remember you promised. And there is nothing to be afraid of here." He lifted the bag and set it on her lap. Her knees touched his, their legs angled toward each other.

She sat back against the sofa back, straightening her legs, and opened the bag, peering down inside it. Her face was a mask of confusion as she pulled it out. 

"A photo album?"

"More scrapbook, really," he offered as he took the empty bag from her. She sat with the large, elegantly covered book in her lap. Bag discarded, he shuffled next to her and shifted it into his own lap. He opened the front cover and laid it gently onto her legs. On the fly leaf was a handwritten message. 

"To Stephanie, my wife," she read aloud, "I love all there is of you, and always will," she finished. She looked up at him. Love and hesitance conflicted on her face. "That's sweet, Brian," she said softly. 

"Remember, you promised you wouldn't be angry," he said, and turned the page, showing a picture of his wife, cropped from one of their honeymoon pictures, her skin bronzed from the island sun. Underneath was printed text proclaiming 'the Woman I Love', cut out and pasted into the page. He saw her smile, and flipped the page. 

There was a photo of a hotel, but not the one they stayed at on their honeymoon. He looked to her face as she read the date pasted below the photo, about three years into their marriage. He watched her face as she scrutinized the photo and he smiled as realization struck her. 

"I have to apologize for this one," he said as the color drained from her face. "There isn't much detail, I know, but I went back later and took the picture."

"Brian, I -"

"Easy, Steph," he said, putting a hand on her arm. "Please don't be upset." He watched the color rush back, then blush deeply red as her mouth opened and closed silently. "Hush, sweetie, take it easy." He patted her hand. "You know what it is, though," 

"Brian, I - I -"

"It's the hotel where you went with your lover, but I don't know his name. I was playing catch-up here, like I said," he told her easily. She began trying to pull away, but he held her arm. "Honey, relax'" he consoled her, "I told you I love you, didn't I? I love every part of you. This part especially. Please, try to understand."

"But," she stammered as he turned the page. "But, Brian,"

"Here, this one's better," he said, indicating the next page. The photo showed a man sitting in his car. "See? That's James, your second lover. You really liked him, I guess, you were with him for almost a year." There were dates in the page, quite a few of them. "I don't know if I got all the dates right; I guessed at some," he said, brushing his hand down the page. "I remember how moody you were there, when it ended."

"Brian," she said finally, stiffening her spine. "You know?" Her mouth opened and closed again, trying unsuccessfully to form words. "I mean, you - you - dammit, Brian, you KNEW?"

"Remember, you promised you wouldn't be angry," he reminded her softly, "but yes, I knew. Right from the start." He sat back a little, regarding her. "You were so cute, the way you thought you were hiding it. But yes, after the first one, what was his name? I knew after that." He leaned to her and took her hands; she struggled, trying to pull away, but he held them firmly, softening his voice. "I could see the change in you, see it on your face. God, you were beautiful that night."

"Brian, I don't know what to say..." She sputtered. "I - I - I never meant..." She heaved a sigh. "I never meant to hurt you."

He jerked back as if struck. "Hurt me?" He grinned and blew out a choking laugh. "Steph, honey, you didn't hurt me!" He reached for her face, stroked her lovely flawless cheek. "It was wonderful! So exciting, so, I don't know, sexy," he finished. 

"I don't understand," she said, her face scrunched quizzically. "You knew? And you didn't say anything?" Her eyes blinked rapidly in disbelief. "You didn't confront me or stop me?" She heaved two short breaths. "You - you followed me? Took pictures?"

"Honey relax, please," he pleaded, smiling to ease her dismay. He felt the trembling in her forearms where he held her, sensed the tension in her body. "Why would I stop you? You're a sexy, sexual creature, and you turn me on to no end; everything you do. Even this," he added, then amended, "especially this." He grinned a little sheepishly. "When you would come home from one of your, uh, events, you were so cute hiding it from me. But I could tell," he told her. "Your skin would be flushed, and you were excited. And you learned so many things, new things, and you would share them with me, after a while." 

He saw a look of realization cross her face. "You didn't know that, did you?" She shook her head. "But I did. I knew the first time you got on top of me, the first time you swallowed me," he recited. "The first time you put your finger up my ass. Those weren't things we did, and I didn't ask you; you just did it." He grinned again. "And you seemed to know what you were doing. I knew you were learning things with your boyfriends. And I was so very grateful!"

He stopped, and looked at her. She was eyeing him curiously, but the hesitance and panic was gone from her demeanor. He felt her muscles relax and eased his grip on her. 

"So," she began slowly, "you knew I was, uh, fucking around on you, and you," she shook her head in disbelief, "you liked it?"

He leaned in and kissed her lightly. She seemed stunned, but allowed his lips to touch hers, softly. 

"I loved it," he told her quietly. "Don't take this the wrong way," he said, "but over the years you've gone from being a little meek and timid in bed, like me, into somewhat of a wild woman," he smiled. "You really have changed our sex life; for the better. Your language, for instance," he said, turning the page. "That started after this guy, remember him?" 

She looked at the photos. There was one of him coming out of a building, his job, she thought. And one of them, together, in a restaurant. "Dave," she said quietly. 

"Yes, that's him!" he blurted excitedly. "After him you started using language in bed, talking more."

"He loved the dirty talk," she answered, fondness and memory creeping into her voice. She looked up at him. "It scared me at first, but it was such a turn-on," she added. 

"For me, too," he told her, echoing her interest. "I remember the first time you said 'fuck me, fuck my cunt' was soon after that; God, I was so excited I came, like, immediately," he confessed. He watched his wife as she coyly put her hand to her mouth in mock exaggerated embarrassment, but her eyes were smiling.

"It's been so long," she said, dropping her hand away. "I can barely remember being so timid."

"Yeah, you got a mouth on you, now," he told her. "Sometimes you still shock me, the filth that comes out of your mouth, you...s-" he stopped. "You sexy woman."

Her eyes narrowed. He turned the page to cover his near-slip. There were two pages with numerous photos and dates, and the name 'TODD' in big letters. 

"Todd," he said, "the first one I actually knew before," he announced. "The guy from work; accounting, or something."

"Accounts Payable," she corrected him, and blushed. "What a cock on him." This time it was his turn to fake a reaction, and he mimed shock and horror. "Stop," she cajoled, hitting his arm lightly. "It's true, though."

"I guess that explains why there are so many pictures. See? Here's the company picnic, the Christmas party." He looked at her. "You were gone for a while that night." He pointed to the opposite page. "Here's the two of you kissing in front of the hotel. And this one," he announced proudly, pointing to one in the center of the page. "You see it? It's you, greeting him at the door of our house. Sorry, it's not very clear. I was pretty far away."

This time she really was surprised. "You said you had a business trip!" Her mouth hung open, but the edges of her lips curled in a smile. "You lied to me?" she needled him.

"Oh, look who's taking the moral high ground," he kidded back. "That was the first one in our house," he stated with pride. 

"Actually, he wasn't," she corrected. "And you missed a few between Dave and Todd."

"Really?" he asked, feeling crestfallen. "Who?"

"I wish I knew," she said, "I don't remember their names. Some of them didn't even introduce themselves, as I recall." She sat back, and a dreamy look crossed her expression. "It started with one of Dave's friends, we had a threesome, and he -"

"A what? A threesome?"

She giggled lightly. "Now you're upset?" she chided, sitting upright.

"No, no," he defended, "just surprised. Disappointed, I guess." He shook his head unbelievingly. "I thought your first was, like, last year."

"Oh, hell, no," she informed him, "Dave and his friend Mike were the first." She leaned back again, and relaxed. "Anyway, Mike got it into his head that I was some kind of loose woman, and-"

"Wonder where he got that idea," he chided.

"Stop, let me tell it," she said, reaching for his hand where it rested on the page. "So he convinced me I was some kind of slut, you know, talking dirty to me, and I started doing him solo, you know, while I was still seeing Dave," she narrated. "And, well, he told some other guys, and he used to send them to the house, back before I started working full-time." She bit her lower lip and her eyebrows lifted, and she peered at him from the corner of her eyes. "They would just show up, fuck me, and leave."

"How many?" 

"I dunno," she replied, lost in memory. "I never counted. Lots, I guess."

"Wow, how did I miss that?" 

She shrugged. "Beats me," she answered, and sat back up.

He peered at her through narrowed eyes, contemplating. "You know," he finally said, "before, I called you a sexy woman, but I was going to say something else." He grinned. "But after hearing that story, I guess you won't be upset if I said you're a slut!" 

She stuck out her bottom lip, pretending to be hurt, then laughed, and threw her arms around his neck. "And if you're not upsat to be married to one, then yeah, slut and proud!" They laughed together, and she sat back. "Come on, lets see what else you've got in the book!"

"Hell, I want to find out what else I missed!" he teased, turning the page. "This guy?"

"Yeah, Fred; he was next," she said, tilting her head to see the pictures. "Handsome, but kinda dull." She looked up at him. "Didn't last long. "Nice to look at but a boring lover." 

"You're spoiled rotten," he said with a touch of wonder. "With all the lovers you've had it's hard to believe you still want me."

"Oh, sweetie, of course I want you," she answered softly. "I love you," she added, and then narrowed her eyes. "You didn't think I stopped loving you, did you?" He felt his confidence tremble a little under her haze. 

"Maybe, sometimes," he said, then added, "I mean, I knew it was only about the sex, because you always came home, and you never neglected me, and you shared your, uh, new skills with me," he explained. "But sometimes I, uh, doubted, a little." 

"Oh, Brian, come here," she said, and put her arms around him, holding him close. "Understand something, baby: I love you. And if you were furious at me and wanted to throw me out for what I've done, all the cock I've had, I would still love you." She kissed him, softly, tenderly. "If you told me today that I had to stop or we'd be finished, I would stop immediately." She kissed him again, light pecks all across his face. "And I am thrilled beyond words that you like it, and still love me, and that this makes you happy." 

"It's hard to understand, sometimes, why I like it," he offered, "I think it's the idea of knowing you're happy, and excited, and the idea of you letting go, getting wild and carried away," he said wistfully. She kissed him again and he turned the page. "This guy?" Was his name Brad?"

"Brant," she corrected, "but you missed one," she grinned. "Terry."

"Which one was he?" 

"She. Theresa," she said, looking into his face with lifted eyebrows as he felt his mouth drop open. "Oh, you didn't know your slutty wife likes to lick cunt just like you?" she teased. 

He felt the air go out of his lungs and his pulse quicken. 

"What, cat got your tongue?" she asked. 

"Fuck, my cock is so hard right now," he hissed, and leered at her. 

"Maybe we would see about that, and finish the book later?" He hesitated a second, then flipped the book off their laps to the coffee table and fumbled frantically at his pants. No sooner were they open and off his hips that her mouth enveloped his cock head accompanied by a yummy sound. He pushed his pants down his legs and reveled in the wet warmth enveloping his cock as he sat back, legs splayed and open, head resting on the sofa back, watching his wife suck his cock. 

He was too far along to last very long, and after some time licking and sucking his balls she returned to his shaft, pushing her mouth down on it to the root, making herself gag on the head in her throat. His hips pulsed and she pulled back to capture the head as he spurted, taking his load in her mouth, sealing her lips to not allow a drip. When he finished she pulled up and looked at him as she allowed the semen to spill from her smile. 

"Like that?" she asked as the clear and milky fluid ran down her chin to drip onto her shirt. "Jason taught me that," she said, one hand on his chest, the other lazily stroking his softening cock. "He showed me this, too," she added, and leaned in and kissed him with her cum-slicked lips and tongue. He opened and accepted her gift, tasting her cocksucking mouth. 

"Fuck, that's hot," he said thickly, recovering. "Who's Jason?" 

"He's new," she told him. "You might not have him, yet," she told him, sitting back on the couch. "Just last week. Did you like that?"

"Hell, yes," he beamed.

"Well, since you're so into me fucking and sucking other men, maybe I'll bring him home one night and suck his cock for you," she teased, "and kiss you with my mouth full of HIS cum!" 

"I love you, you slut," he said, and pulled her to him, and they snuggled comfortably, the book forgotten for now. There would be plenty of time; later. Years and years. He smiled and rested his chin on her head.



Anniversary Antics



After 18 years of marriage, my husband knows me better than any else ever could. It may seem hard to believe, but sex can be even better, because of the level of comfort and intuition that develops. The newness has certainly worn off and the bodies are no longer as young and flexible. This is balanced by a familiarity and trust that makes it easier to explore your boundaries.

My husband made big plans to surprise me for our anniversary this year. We went away for the weekend and left the kids with his parents. A lack of absolute privacy does put a damper on the sex life on a day to day basis.

After we arrived at the hotel, Chris left to get champagne, a bucket of ice and a few other things. He left me a note of instructions for my preparation. I was to shave my pussy and dress nicely for dinner. He thoughtfully left me the necessary tools to accomplish this. Intrigued, I carefully shaved and inspected myself to make sure that I had done an adequate job. My pussy was already wet and I was getting horny just trying to guess what he was up to. I put on my clothes, including a garter and stockings and a new pair of panties that he had purchased for the occasion. After my hair and makeup were as perfect as I could make them, I sat patiently waiting for Chris' return.

When he returned, he put the champagne on ice and we headed out to dinner. After we were seated, he slid his foot up under my skirt and pushed it tight against my pussy. All of the sudden the crotch of my panties began to vibrate, stimulating my already simmering pussy. Shaving always makes me very sensitive. He worked his foot over my pussy, increasing the sensation and making me squirm. He turned off the panties and winked at me. Throughout dinner, especially when the waiter was near, he would turn on the panties, causing me to squirm and blush.

Returning to our room, my excitement grew as I wondered what he had planned. When we first went in he went in to take a shower. He came out and handed me a new negligee. I showered and dressed quickly in anticipation. When I walked out and sat on the bed, Chris patted the bed beside him and we sat and cuddled while he watched the news. It's like him to build anticipation.

When the news was over he turned to me and said "You've been a very bad girl, pull up your nightgown and lay over my lap. Chris' spankings are always highly erotic events as he strokes my thighs and runs his hands lightly between my legs teasing my pussy in between solid slaps on my ass. He continued this for over a half hour, until my ass was bright red and my pussy dripping. Suddenly he stopped and instructed me to turn over, commenting on how fetching my bright red ass was.

I had no idea what to expect next, as he had me lay over his lap and put my hands behind my head. He slowly stroked my thighs and belly, carefully brushing against my pussy with the back of a finger from time to time. I began arching my pussy up trying to get him to touch me. Suddenly he slapped my pussy, hard. I cried out in a mixture of surprise and wanton pleasure. There is nothing I enjoy more than an erotic pussy spanking, and Chris knows this. He continued to alternate between light teasing strokes to my thighs and belly, rubbing and kneading my pussy and spanking my bare pussy with enough force to make me shudder. Every time I would start to arch my pussy towards his hand I received a resounding slap or three. 

He finally broke his silence to tell me that he couldn't wait until my pussy was bright red and puffy from being spanked. To him my bare pussy, red and puffy from strong blows, is always a huge turn-on. I was certainly motivated to arch periodically in order to receive more slaps on my pussy. As time passed, he held my pussy lips open and began to alternately tease my clit and pop it with his hand. When I was very close to coming, he ordered me to spread my legs as wide as I could and arched my pussy up with his thigh. He then began to steadily slap my pussy until I started to cum and cum and cum.

As I slowed down he lowered me gently to the bed and began to gently lick and kiss my bright red and sore pussy. As he concentrated in on my clit, I began to cum in earnest. I lost count of how many times. Finally, I begged him to fuck me. He grinned and shoved his thick cock into my drenched pussy and started to pump in and out slowly. I gripped his cock with my pussy muscles each time as he began to draw back and loosened as he pumped in. When he was younger I could make him cum three or four times without pulling out by massaging his cock with my pussy as he was fucking me. I also used to do it to make him hard again. When he began to cum, I clamped down on his cock and rhythmically squeezed every drop out of him with my pussy. I love it when his eyes role back and he shudders as he cums. He always patiently waits to pull out after we are done until I have ridden through the rest of the spasms of pleasure. 

What has been lost in stamina has been replaced with expertise, as we both know how to truly satisfy each other.



Anniversary at Big Dick's



If it hadn't been for the hidden video, I probably would have remained clueless and would have lost her altogether. Aira and I had been married for nearly three years, and whereas Aira was the first woman I'd done more than a quick fuck of release with, I had no illusions about her experience. In fact she had been dating a big black guy named Buck when I met her and she made no attempt to hide his sexual prowess from me. I was amazed then as much as now that she agreed to marry me.

I thought our sex life was just fine—at least she managed to get me off quickly, which was helped by her big blue eyes; pendulous breasts; long, flowing white-blonde hair; and that tantalizing little accent of hers. And she seemed satisfied with our lovemaking—or at least I thought so until I happened upon that homemade video she'd been keeping secret from me.

We'd had an electrical storm go through downtown Manhattan one day while we were both at work. She'd telephoned me that she had to work late, and so when I got home, I went around to all of our electronic gear to make sure the storm hadn't screwed any of them up. She'd left the DVD in the TV set in her office area. I flipped it on to make sure the TV was still working and there she was, in living color. It was a film of her and a black guy—Buck, I assumed—having sex.

I was mad, of course, at first. My first reaction was that I was being cuckolded. Then I decided that this must have been filmed before Aira and I had started dating, and Aira had been honest with me about what she and Buck had done—in fact she'd told me what they'd done so graphically that I blushed, as only red heads like me could do so vividly. Then the anger turned to a sense of hurt, confusion, and frustration. If Aira was watching a DVD like this secretly, what did this tell me about how well I satisfied her in bed?

I sat down and started watching, trying to figure out what he was doing that I didn't. Aira was moaning and crying out for him and writhing under his attentions in ways she never did for me. It was disturbing, yes, but as I watched, it was also highly arousing. Not just her but him as well. Neophyte that I was, it took me the longest time to figure out what he was doing to her. She was kneeling on all fours at the end of the bed, and he was behind her and pumping into her. It was only when I saw one of his beefy hands snake around her waist and palm itself low on her flat belly and when she lurched and cried out as a finger snaked down and entered her that I realized that he was fucking her in the ass.

I was mesmerized and didn't even realize that I'd lost my pants and was stroking myself with one hand and probing my own ass with a finger while I watched the black dude fucking my wife in the ass until I jacked off right there in front of her TV set.

I told Aira nothing about what I saw, but I went out and bought myself a big black, cock-shaped dildo, with standout veins and all. I found where she was hiding the DVD—behind laundry detergent stuff on the shelf about the washer, which, I had to admit, was a very clever place for her to hide it. And then when I knew Aira would be gone, I played the film over and over again and became quite proficient at using the black dildo on my ass while I watched the black guy service Aira's ass on the TV.

I introduced Aira to the dildo too, trying to achieve the same lust level from her by working her ass with the dildo while I fucked her. She never quite got to the same moaning level as she had done on the DVD, although she certainly seemed to respond to the dildo in her ass better than my cock inside her cunt, even though I had nothing to be ashamed of in the size of my equipment or my staying power. I kept watching the film, and I decided that the problem wasn't with Aira; it was with me. The black dude was in such ecstasy when he was pumping Aira on the DVD that I decided this was the missing ingredient. I wasn't being aroused enough in sex to heighten Aira's arousal. I loved that dildo up my ass as much as she did.

I went out and bought a strap-on belt to go with the dildo and tried to interest Aira in putting that on and doing me during our lovemaking, but she didn't really show interest in doing that.

And then life became so tense for both of us that Aira declared she wanted to go back to Helsinki to see her family, that she was homesick for Finland. Of course I let her go. The worst thing for our relationship would be me trying to hold her here. We were just shy of our third anniversary, though, and I was wondering if it was all over for us in such a short time just because I was a twinky redhead instead of hulking black guy.

I had to do something. I didn't want to lose Aira.

I made my plans and, fortuitously, was able to set up a short rotation to my company's London office. This enabled me to convince Aira to meet me in Copenhagen on our anniversary to mark the occasion.

"I can only fly there for a day," Aira had said. "A favorite aunt is coming down from the north especially to see me."

"That should be enough, I hope," I said. And then I rushed on. "I just think we should spend our anniversary together."

"Will you be meeting me at the airport?" Aira asked.

"It might be hard for me to know which flight you'll be on at this late date," I said. "How about just meeting where we'll start the celebration?" It sounded pretty lame to me too, but I was still excited just that she'd agreed to the trip.

"Where?"

"Do you think you can find a place called Big Dick's on Radhusstræde near the university? Say 4 p.m.?"

She wasn't more than fifteen minutes late, which was pretty much how she scheduled her entrances anyway. And a startling entrance she made at Big Dick's. Every head, male and female alike, snapped around to the door when she appeared there, all white-blonde beauty with those long, long legs and those big breasts. She was wearing a sun dress with straps holding up the halter top and a hemline above the knees and miles above the floor. She was as stunning as the first day I'd seen her, and my heart nearly burst with longing and the pride that she was mine—if I could keep her.

I was sitting at the long bar, at one end, on the side away from the small band that was playing, in the shadows. Big Dick was behind the bar, along with two other bartenders, and it was a slow enough afternoon that he'd taken time to talk with me at length. He left no doubt that he found me attractive. I'd known about his story. Richard Featherstone, or Big Dick as he had been known by, had been a fullback for the New York Giants football team ten years earlier. He was a bulky, strapping black guy with the looks that attracted lucrative endorsements but the appetites that contributed to his downfall. He'd been caught up in an athlete doping scandal—and had the musculature to support the charge he was on enhancement drugs. Before it got to the indictment stage, however, he'd quit football, left the country, and opened up this bar in the red light district of Copenhagen, Denmark.

I had warned him about Aira, but I could see from the look in his eyes and the drool on his chin when she'd shown up at the door that I hadn't done her full justice in the description. Aira saw me and sauntered over and sat back on the bar stool next to me.

For the next half hour, Big Dick lost all interest in the rest of his clientele and stood there at the other side of the bar, chatting up both Aira and me. Happily, what I'd heard about him when I'd asked around back in New York panned out—he was paying as much attention to me as he was to Aira. But that was a lot of attention. He was turning from one to the other, running his fingers up and down our forearms, and talking up a storm to both of us, capturing our attention with meaningful dark looks with his eyes. It wasn't long until he told the other bartenders to take over and he came around the bar, lifted Aira off her seat, sat down himself, and then brought Aira's rear back into his lap.

I was watching Aira's eyes, and they lit up, as I thought they might, when her ass came in contact with Big Dick's basket. Big Dick must have caught my gaze, because he took a big mitt of his and reached out and placed it on the back of my head and brought my face to his and gave me a lip-lock kiss that started off in a question and ended up with hungry possession.

Aira's eyes were as big as saucers when I came up for air and centered myself back over my stool, but they went all glassy when Big Dick then turned her face to his and gave her a kiss of equal intensity. Sometime during that long kiss, one of his hands cupped on of her breasts and the other hiked up the hem of her sun dress and went between her legs. I caught a glance of silky white-blonde hair and realized that Aira wasn't wearing any panties. But I only got a brief look because beefy brown fingers were settling in on that region.

Aira squirmed under the onslaught, but I wouldn't exactly say she was fighting it. Big Dick's hand came off Aira's breast and moved to between the stools, found my thigh, and then slid up. He was tracing my cock through my straining trousers, testing to see if I was aroused. And finding that I was—very.

When Big Dick and Aira's kiss was completed, Big Dick said in a husky, low-pitched voice, "I have a very nice room in back. Very private. Would you two like to see it?"

Aira was eyeing me, waiting for me to object and take us out of this bar. Assuming that this was too much for me to bear.

"Sure, why not?" I said. "OK with you, honey?" This was the moment, the most dangerous moment of all. What would Aira do? There had been almost no preliminary maneuvering. Big Dick had gone almost immediately to the big question.

Aira's hand went to the where Big Dick was palming her belly and making his middle finger disappear, and she held her hand there, making no move to make his finger withdraw.

"Yes," she said in a faraway voice. The look of her eyes, still intently focused on mine, took on a look of awe, a questioning, a not quite being able to grasp how we had come to this point look. But she obviously couldn't resist the feel of that finger inside her and that basket pressed into her rear end.

Inside the back room, which featured a large bed, a few chairs and a big ottoman, and mirrored walls, it took no more than a tug of her sun dress over Aira's head to make her naked. It took Big Dick and me a few more moments to strip down. But then we were all revealed. The beautiful, long-legged, big-breasted, white-blonde Finn who was my wife, The muscular black stud, and the red-haired, slender, twinky, fully aroused me.

Big Dick guided Aira to the bed and had her sit down on the edge. Then he brought out a bottle of lubricant, handed it to me, and said. "Get her ready. Both entrances."

The start was no more elaborate than that. I knelt in front of Aira, pushed her onto her back with the palm of my hand, tilted her pelvis up, and spread her legs. Between the lubricant and my tongue, I opened and wettened her cunt and asshole while she sighed and flicked her nipples with her fingernails. Big Dick spent some time kneeling at Aira's head, making her work her tongue and mouth on his cock until it achieved admirable proportions. Then he left the bed, knelt behind me, pulled me up to a crouching position, and was wettening and opening my asshole up as well with lubricant and his tongue. I was doing as much sighing then as Aira was.

"OK, good enough," Big Dick said at length. "You go sit over on that ottoman and watch for a while. There's a dildo over there. I suggest you use it. You'll want to be opened wide when I get around to you."

I did as he told me. This was all new and fascinating and just a little scary for me. I found the dildo and hunched back on the ottoman, lost in the scene of this big black dude fucking my wife, just as I had been regularly lost in watching the DVD of Buck doing the same. I lubed up the big black dildo I'd found and put it to work on my hole as my other hand stroked my meat.

Big Dick, after rolling on a condom, crouched between Aira's open, long, slender legs, sank his cock slowly into her cunt and fucked her slowly for a couple of minutes until his cock was all aslather with her flowing mixed with the lubricant. Aira was moaning softly and lifting her hips to meet each of his thrusts down into her.

This didn't go on very long, though. Big Dick pulled out of her and stood up, bringing Aira up off the bed with him. He then turned and sat on the bed and slowly brought her back down into his lap, her back against his chest.

I watched Aira's eyes go wild and then dreamy as he slowly pulled her down into his lap, and her lubricated anal canal onto his rock-hard cock. He snaked one arm firmly around her waist, palm on belly, and two fingers on her G-spot, and found her pendulous breasts with his other hand. His lips went to the hollow of Aira's neck and they started a rhythm of fucking that went from slow and languid to fast and furious. Aira was moaning and crying out in passion as she never did in our lovemaking.

"Now," Big Dick cried out. "Come over and fuck her now."

I rose up off the ottoman and crouched between her legs and thrust my cock deep inside her and began fucking her in deep, passionate thrusts. We were all quite vocal now, crying out in lust and ecstasy and panting and moaning and breathing heavily.

Big Dick lifted Aira and me up enough that he could get out from underneath Aira and then he came around behind me and lifted my hips in his beefy hands. I cried out in pain and surprise as he entered me. This was a different feel than the dildo, but I was very lucky that I had used it first. Big Dick was bigger than the dildo and his action was rougher and more relentless than I had been doing to myself with the dildo. Him sliding back and forth inside me, his cock throbbing, wasn't anything like the controlled movement of a plastic phallus. He'd hold for the longest time as expectation rose and then there's be a long, filling thrust that took my breath away and made my eyes water. I felt completely in his control and completely possessed.

My cries and moans reached a whole new level of passion. This surprised and further aroused Aira, and she, in turn, turned up her counteraction to my cocking several notches. She exploded in a lurching orgasm underneath me.

"Go back to the ottoman now," Big Dick whispered in my ear in a hoarse breath as he pulled out of me. "I'll give her another lift and then I'll get her to do what you need."

I pulled out of Aira and went back to the ottoman and sat down there as Big Dick turned her on the bed and brought her up on all fours, ass facing the edge. He buried his cock inside her ass again and reached around her with both hands, one going to her swinging breasts and the other to where he could thrust fingers into her vagina. And he fucked her anally in long, forceful strokes—just like Buck in that DVD did—until her knees turned to jelly, her moans turned to screams of passion, and she melted in yet another long, lingering orgasm.

Big Dick lowered his chest onto Aira's back then without withdrawing his cock. He held her body up to his, hovering over the bed, like a rag doll. She was clearly spent and fully satisfied. He kissed her on the neck and cheek and whispered in her ear. She was murmuring back to him.

He let her fall gently on the bed. She turned over and watched as he came back to me.

"On your knees, your chest on the ottoman, butt up, legs together," he said. Big Dick didn't seem to waste any words. I did as he instructed and turned my head and watched as Big Dick brought out a strap-on device, inserted the big, black dildo in it, and, motioning Aira off the bed, showed her how to strap it on herself.

Within minutes, her hands on my hips, her nipples rubbing against my shoulder blades, and her fine, white-blonde hair whipping across my shoulders, my wife was fucking me vigorously and deeply to ever-higher decibel levels of passion and lust with that black dildo strapped to her. Some of the vocalizing was hers, though, and it was obvious that my heightened passion was heightening hers as well.

When I couldn't take it anymore, I rose up, took her up in my arms and dumped her on the bed and began furiously fucking her, alternating between her cunt and her ass until she exploded in a third orgasm that met my own ejaculation and flow. Big Dick was long gone now, having left after showing Aira what to do with the strap-on.

Laying there, panting, breath heaving, and our hips still writhing against each other to eke out the last possible stimulation of our shared flow, I whispered, "Happy anniversary, honey," in Aira's ear.

"That was amazing," she whispered back in a guttural voice. "How could this be happening?"

"I arranged it all, Aira," I said. "I thought we needed—and deserved—saving. I asked around in New York and found that Big Dick offered what we both needed."

"If only . . . ," she began and then stopped.

"If only what, honey?"

"If only it could last," she said. "But, I'm sorry . . . I . . ."

"Hush, hush," I whispered, feeling myself come to life again and slowly starting to stroke deeply inside her once more. "That's the beauty of it. It can continue."

"I don't understand. Ohhh, yes, like that again. Ahhhhh."

"I tracked down Buck back in New York. He's more than willing to threesome. We have a standing date starting from whenever you return from Finland."

"Oh gawd, yes. Tomorrow!" she cried out, as I moved the dildo back in place and started slowly screwing it in to the rhythm of her panting and thrusting back into it.



Anniversary at the Galvez



My wife and I were staying at the Galvez Hotel for our one year anniversary. We had just finished a long Friday at work and made the drive through traffic to Galveston. After dinner and a short walk on the night beach we retired to our room and decided to shower before bed.

Lindsay is tall, thin and muscular with shoulder length dirty blonde hair. My wife is a gym rat. She spends hours at the gym and she has sculpted her body into a perfect form. She has muscular shoulders, a thin neck, perfect size C tits, a flat tummy and curvy hips that are perfect for grabbing hold and plowing. She has a firm, plump ass that allows the perfect amount of cushion when fucking from behind and strong legs that can wrap around and hold on tight. All this combined with her strong sexual appetite, a spray tan earlier in the day and a cleanly shaven vagina made for a simply exquisite site as I watched her delicately remove her clothing and bend over to start the water for the shower. She turned the lights halfway down to allow for a warm relaxing glow to fill room.

By the time I stepped into the warm water with her the steam was already starting to accumulate and I was at full mast, ready for attention. Lindsay was already wet and starting to flush from the warm water. Her long hair slicked back and water beading off of her perfectly round breasts. We embraced in a kiss as my cock strained against her stomach. I could feel her hands on my back as they moved down to my ass slowly massaging and caressing. My hands explored her tight back and round ass. I kept hand one around the back of her neck to hold her head to mine. She let out a slight moan as we kissed and pressed her body against my throbbing cock.

We broke our embrace and made small talk for a minute about our plans for the weekend while she washed and rinsed the soap off her tight body. The warm glow and steam mixed for an almost dream like state. It was if she moved in slow motion like a Greek goddess tempting a desperate soldier. 

With the soap still in her hands the started to rub my chest. She moved up to my shoulders and started washing and massaging my shoulders. She slowly moved down the front of my body, down my stomach, brushed my cock and put both hands around my balls. She washed between my legs and under my balls and then gathering more suds in her hands began washing my cock.

Lindsay put the soap bar in the dish and with one hand stroking my soapy cock took her other soapy hand and began massaging my balls. My cock jumped to an immediate attention and became rock hard. I closed my eyes and moaned out loud as I allowed my head to fall backwards. I put one hand on the wall next to me and the other found her hip in order to stead myself. Each stroke of my cock was met by a pressing against my balls and finally by a low moan from me. Blood filled every vessel in my penis and my balls tightened against my body. Her strokes had the effect of a full body massage, relaxing every muscle in my body and releasing every stressor that I thought I had. Lindsay continued for a few more strokes before she stopped and wrapped her arms around me and pressed her body and large breasts against my body.

We broke our embrace with a short kiss and I rinsed the soap off of my cock. She turned around and placed her hands on top of the 5 foot high glass divider at the end of the shower and presented her ass to me. I knew what she wanted now. I moved behind her, my straining cock leading the way, until I made contact with her tight ass and slid up the crack until my balls rested in the crack of her ass.

I reached around to the front of her body and my left hand went between her massive tits and to her throat and my right hand wound it's way down to her vagina and found the slit between her legs. At the same time my mouth found the nape of her neck and began kissing and biting gently at her. Her entire body relaxed and was at my complete control. My right hand began flicking her clitoris and exploring her hot vagina that was already wet from the water and from the ministrations with my cock. My left hand moved from around her neck down to her tits and began squeezing and pulling at her quickly tightening nipples. Meanwhile, I was thrusting my hips into her ass, sliding my cock between her ass cheeks. Moan after moan escaped her writing body as she pushed against my cock.

Lindsay pushed her tits and neck into my hands as she pressed her ass against my cock begging me to fuck her. I granted her wish and with a slight bend of my knees allowed my cock to fall between her legs. I stood up a bit and felt her hot pussy on the top of my cock twitching with anticipation. I moved back and positioned the tip of my cock at her entrance and moved inside her. She pushed back against me taking every inch of my hard penis slowly as I stretched her out. My left hand was still around her neck and I moved my right hand from her tits and reached down to her clitoris. I began massaging her clitoris as I slowly thrust my straining cock back and forth into her hot wet pussy.

I took her with long hard strokes. Each stroke produced a moan from deep inside her that escaped from her throat that was clasped by my strong hand. Her tits bounced on my arms which made my cock even harder as I pumped into her. I raised my left hand from her vagina and moved my right hand from her throat and took hold of both of her tits as I leaned back and picked up the pace a bit. The combination of my thrusting and playing with her perfect breasts had the effect of bringing her closer to orgasm. I could feel her pussy begin to tighten around my cock as she pushed her ass into me harder and harder. She slammed into me as her orgasm took hold and then she immediately tried to get away from cock. I held her tits tightly and held her pussy hostage with my penis as waves of the orgasm translated into muscles contractions in her vagina that massaged and gripped my cock.

Finally I released her from my grip and allowed my cock to fall out of her vagina as she came down from her high. She breathed heavily as I watched her legs start to go limp. I caught her and wrapped my left arm around her waist and my right arm around her chest holding her heaving breasts. With y cock still hard and needing relief I bent my knees again and lowered my cock to her waiting entrance.

I took both hands a grabbed onto her hips and with one deliberate thrust entered her. She gasped and cried out as I steady myself with her hips and drove into her again and again. I pumped my hard dick into her pussy as fast as I could and as deep as I could. Her breathing became panting, matching my thrusts with each exhale. I could feel my balls slap against her thighs each time I thrust my cock to the hilt. She clung to the top of the glass wall to steady her self as I pounded away at her pussy. She moaned louder and louder and I could feel her pushing back against my cock to meet each thrust. She was pushing off the wall and I could watch her tits swinging back and forth in front of her as the tried to fuck herself harder and deeper on my cock. Then, all at once, she had a crashing orgasm and pulled quickly away from me as my cock slipped out of her pussy and she cried out in an orgasmic moan. She was breathing hard and barely standing as she grabbed onto the glass.

When she started to come down I moved in behind her and started kissing her neck once more. She pushed her ass against my cock, indicating she needed more fucking immediately. I was happy to oblige and grabbed the base of my cock as I put my other hand on the small of her back and bent her over. Guiding my dick into her entrance once more she quickly thrust back into me taking the entire length of my cock into her hot and waiting pussy. We fucked again, hard and fast. I massaged her tits and used my elbows to hold her hips in place. She rode my cock until she came once more. Afterwards we rinsed off and made it to the bed.

Lindsay left the shower first and was laying in bed propped up against the pillows with a towel around her hair. Her large breasts laying across her chest, one leg bent at an angle and the other laying out providing a full view of her vagina. Still having not come myself I was already half hard when I walked out of the bathroom. I moved in between her legs and started licking her clitoris and exploring her pussy with my tongue. She moaned with pleasure and pushed her vagina into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around her lips and spread them apart. I moved my hands up her body and found her nipples. They stiffened as I flicked, pinched and pulled at them as I continued to assault her vagina with my tongue.

Her hips thrust upwards into my mouth and tongue and her hands came down around my shoulders and pulled on my neck. She wanted my cock inside her. I licked her clitoris one last time and slowly brought my body on top of hers. She pushed upwards and allowed me to press my cock inside her. I slowly pumped into her seething wet pussy and made slow, deep, long strokes into her, pushing against her with my entire body.

Finally I pulled out of her and told her to turn over. She quickly got on all fours and presented her well fucked pussy to my cock. I stood up behind her, bent my knees and lowered my swollen cock to meet her hot, wet lips. I teased the lips of her pussy with the tip of my penis, just brushing the entrance to her vagina and making the tip of my cock glisten with her wetness. I took careful aim and with one powerful thrust I slammed the entire length of my cock into her. She grunted and nearly lost her place but quickly recovered and bucked back hard to get more of my cock inside her.

With both feet planted firmly on each side of her I grabbed the back of her shoulders with both hands and pushed her shoulders down slightly to get a better angle. I then proceeded to pound my cock in and out of her pussy with such violence that it shook the bed. She grunted each time I slammed my cock home and her head and hair bounced around in front of me. The bedside lamp was the only light on in the room and it cast a pornographic shadow on the wall of a woman with large tits being penetrated over and over again by a man behind her. Her tits swaying and bouncing with each thrust of the man behind her.

The view in combination with the majestic massage my penis was receiving from her tight pussy and my balls slapping against her beautifully round ass was just too much. Right before my climax I stood up and pulled my cock out of her pussy. She quickly flipped over and looked up at my throbbing penis. I took my cock in my hand and jerked twice as I started to release wave after wave of come all over her tits, neck and stomach. After the first few blasts it was still coming as it dribbled from the tip of my cock on onto her pussy. I fell forward and caught my self with my other arm on the wall in front of me as my other hand still held my softening and spent cock. A few more drops of come fell out as I let myself lie down on the bed to my lovely and well fucked wife.



Anniversary at the Restaurant



Rob:

My girlfriend and I had the most amazing anniversary last week and we had just had to put it down in writing to make sure we remembered all the details. It has changed everything and we are not sure what the future holds for us. We know we will be together but, well on with the story. Cindy and I had been together one year last week and I invited her to dinner at the same cozy little restaurant where we had our first date.

Perhaps a little background – Cindy and I are both divorced. She had been married to a real jerk, who didn't appreciate her and finally left for a younger woman. Cindy is a beautiful woman who deserved better and her few dates after her divorce had not been wonderful either. I had a great marriage for a number of years until my wife had died in a car accident. I spent several years alone and very sad until Cindy and I met by chance. It was not love at first sight, but we spent hours on the phone and email and then the sex. And it was great sex, and what passion we both brought to the relationship. Both of us had years of repressed sexual tension. It was great we would make love for hours every chance we got. And with each of us having children to nurture – that is not always easy – planning babysitters, making sure our schedules meshed, rides to school and well, you get the picture.

Anyway back to the events – I made reservations at this little restaurant about an hour away. We hadn't been back there since a year ago.

Well one thing on top of another, we got a very late start and I called the restaurant asking them to hold the reservation. They said as long as we arrived by 9:15 pm they could serve us and not to worry because Sunday nights were not that busy. 

We arrived just about that time, and indeed the place was almost empty. Two other couples were leaving as we walked in and it looked like there only a few people left at tables.

We asked for a private spot, I explained the occasion and our waitress took us to a corner booth at the back of the restaurant, which was hidden by the L shaped room and some very large plants. 

We decided to sit together than facing each other. After our drinks arrived we started kissing. Her lips were so delicious I couldn't help myself. We were a bit flustered when the waitress caught us in an extremely passionate kiss and had to interrupt us to take our orders. 

We had a wonderful dinner. The food was terrific and so was Cindy. We teased each other mercilessly. I would rub her legs and my fingertips would graze her breasts and she would brush her hand over my crotch.

We were pretty hot and yet going any further seemed to be totally out of the question. I have never had sex in a public place and neither had Cindy. She just looked so great tonight.

Cindy:

Rob and I were kissing. And I was getting so hot. I really could have jumped him right there. I had to take a break and excused myself to go to the bathroom. The bathrooms were downstairs. I was amazed at how beautiful the downstairs was – rich thick carpets, flowers, mirrors, marble...I didn't remember this. The bathroom was impressive as well. I stepped into the stall. I heard voices and peered out to see who was there. It was my waitress and the other waitress. They were giggling. I heard the other woman say, "You should see how big his penis is – I couldn't fit it all in my mouth. He is so hot. Last night was awesome. We were in the hall after closing just the two of us". My waitress interrupted "Enough already he's the busboy, I want Joe. He keeps flirting with me. Tonight he ran his hand up my skirt and grabbed my ass." The other replied, "Hey, remember I need to leave early tonight – so maybe you'll get lucky and have them both!" 

They both laughed. Our waitress said, "Check out this couple in my section they are so close to doing it right there" They giggled and left. I sat there thinking about what they said. And I was thinking of my Rob. I decided I would give him a real present and I slipped off my panties and then I unsnapped my bra – flimsy as it was – and pulled it off my boobs - naked would definitely turn him on.

Rob:

When Cindy returned, she mentioned she had an anniversary surprise present for me and she took my hand under her skirt. That's when I realized she had taken her panties off and was nude under her skirt. My right hand came alive and I rubbed the insides of her thighs slowly circling closer and closer. My hand grazed her short curly hair and played with her more teasing her until I could tell from her breathing she was ready and then my fingers found her labia and played with her puffy lips, rubbing up and down until I could feel her wetness. Then I plunged two fingers inside her and moved slowly those fingers around and out up over her clitoris. Cindy has this amazing clitoris that when aroused becomes twice as big and twice as sensitive. And when she starts coming she doesn't stop. And this was one of those times.

I had my left hand grazing her breast as our lips were locked in a long kiss. As I rubbed her nipple, I noticed that she was not wearing her bra any more either. Wow, how hot could she be in one night? I lifted her shirt and slid my hand under the fabric teasing her boob. Her nipple was hard and standing out from her pert breast. She gets so turned on by my fondling her tits.

Our waitress came back. Now, We were not that obvious except for Cindy's eyes being closed and breathing hard and flushed face. Okay, so maybe we were a little obvious especially since I was fondling her nipple. The waitress looked at us and winked at me. She watched us for a minute. I noticed she had a really short skirt on and very large tits spilling out of her blouse. Her tits were larger than Cindy's. After a minute or so, she turned around and went through the doors into the back. I watched her ass swing and then returned to more pressing matters. Cindy hadn't realized – she was lost in feelings of ecstasy. She was very close to coming. I was rubbing her clit and plunging in and out with my fingers.

After the waitress left, I decided it was time to be bold and I lifted her blouse and began sucking her nipple. I had both hands under the tablecloth one in her pussy and one stroking her clit. I was in heaven.

Cindy:

I have never been so turned on. Being in public, I mean I know that we were in a secluded spot and that the restaurant was empty – but still it was public. And Rob was working his magic on me – his fingers had me clutching the tablecloth. I couldn't resist and began caressing my own tit. I was pinching my nip through the shirt. Oh it felt so good. I felt so wickedly hot. Rob had unbuttoned several of the lower buttons and was biting my other nipple gently but it was making me so hot.

I snaked my hand under his belt buckle and undid his top button and slid further grasping his hard penis. I began stroking his shaft. This was just so intense for me.

I had my eyes closed and just loving it. I don't know why – all of a sudden I opened my eyes and saw our busboy. He was watching us like a hawk. His eyes were staring at me. And I noticed he understood exactly what we were doing and then I saw he was rubbing his crotch. I thought I'd give him a show. Rob was totally engrossed in me and I loved it and I could see he hadn't seen the busboy. I moved my leg from under the tablecloth so the busboy could see all the way to my thigh. Rob had rolled my skirt up to my waist and he must have thought I was moving my leg to give him better access to my pussy. Well indeed I was, since he had me on the edge. But it felt really good to show off some skin. The busboy could see my leg, and he could see that my skirt was bunched around my waist. I thought about lifting the tablecloth, but I hesitated afraid Rob might notice and get angry. And then I thought why not give the busboy a peep show. I lifted my shirt slowly watching him watch my tit as more and more of my white flesh was exposed. Finally I had my entire boob visible to him. I can't tell you how exciting this was – showing off my body to a complete stranger as Rob's fingers were thrusting into my pussy hard. I was squeezing my nip and pulling on it. I could tell this was getting to the busboy as he was really working his crotch. And he was staring hard at my boob. I could feel him licking his lips. For a second I thought he might join us. Oh, how wicked of me. Just this fantasy with Rob's fingers inside me was enough to push me over the edge.

All of a sudden my body took over and I lost all control and closed my eyes as I came in waves. Like waves rolling onto a beach. I was on fire. When I opened my eyes the busboy was gone so I lowered my shirt just in case anyone else might walk by, and scooted my leg back under the table. Rob had not noticed at all my indiscretions.

Rob:

Cindy exploded in one long orgasm. She looked at me and gave me a long kiss. Cindy straightened herself as I pulled my hands off her.She said she wanted to clean up a little, although I wanted to keep fondling her. And she got up to go to the rest room again. As I waited for her return, I realized we were the only customers left, the closed sign was now on and all of the tables had been cleaned. 

I got up to stretch and smiled to myself at just how sexy Cindy looked. I couldn't believe what had happened. We just played around in public and even in front of the waitress. I really enjoyed pleasing her in every way. I sat down and was thinking of her replaying what had just happened. And I was thinking of how hot it would be when we got back to my place as my daughter was sleeping over at a friend's house and Cindy and I would be alone. My dick was ready and willing to get inside her where my fingers had just been. I daydreamed about making love with her and teasing her tonight to see just how hot I could get her.

I then realized that Cindy had been gone for quite some time. I looked around and realized nobody was in the restaurant – no customers, no busboy, no waitress. Oh well, it was after closing. I figured I'd hit the men's room before we left and headed downstairs. 

Cindy:

When I went downstairs, I heard a strange noise – a whimpering and decided to investigate. Actually it sounded like another woman, actually just like another woman making love. I realized the noise was coming from the men's room and I slowly proceeded through the door. Nothing. And I realized the noises were coming from around the corner and I peeked around the corner. There was our waitress completely naked on her hands and knees with a naked man slamming his dick into her. I stood there riveted, unable to move, and watched them. I had never seen a couple before having sex. The man was holding her ass and pulling his dick out and thrusting hard into her dripping pussy. I was mesmerized. Oh, this was so great.

I pulled up my skirt to play with my own bare pussy as I watched the couple. I stood there getting hotter and hotter. I was rubbing my own clit. I was still wet from Rob's hand and I could feel my juices begin to flow again. I was thinking of Rob's hand, watching this couple, and feeling my own arousal deepen.

That's when I felt Rob's hands again. He had lifted my skirt and was roughly pawing my ass. Oh, it felt so good. I opened my blouse. I could barely refrain from ripping off my shirt. I just had to be completely naked, completely open to him. I just had to have him feel all of me. His fingers were rubbing and feeling my wetness. He then pulled my skirt down my legs and there I was in the men's room in a restaurant totally nude. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down onto the floor and I realized I was also on my hands and knees with my ass up in the air. And I had a great close-up view of the man who was ripping into the waitress as she thrust her hips back into him matching his pulsating cock.

My attention was back to my own body as Rob's hands reached around and grabbed my boobs, roughly pinching my nipples and squeezing my tit flesh. I tore my eyes away from the couple to look at Rob's hands and his arms, as he never had been this rough with me. Don't get me wrong – I liked it – it was just so different.

When I realized I was looking at a snake tattoo. Rob didn't have a tattoo. This was not Rob. Then who? And at that instant, the strange penis touched my pussy. It was like an electric shock current jolting my entire body from my toes to the hairs on my head. I was about to get fucked by a total stranger. On the floor in a men's room – but what really was strange was that I wanted it. I wanted it badly. I really did. I just wanted a penis inside my pussy.

And this penis was big. Not just big, but huge. It opened me up as it slowly entered me. My wetness soothed it inside. I felt it part my lips inch by inch. It kept coming – going further and further until it finally hit bottom. My bottom! And then he pulled it slowly back, slowly until just the tip was inside. Suddenly he slammed into me. It took my breath away. Again. Again. I was getting hot. Really hot. This penis was so big and it filled me up and it felt so good. I thought of the other waitress and her talking about a big penis and I wondered...

The waitress was now screaming. And then she collapsed on the floor. The man pulled his dick out. It was still hard and glistening with her juices. He turned and saw me and saw that I had been watching, and saw that I was being fucked in front of him now. And he grinned at me.

Rob:

I walked down to the men's room. I heard a woman scream. Not in pain but in orgasm. What a night this was turning out to be, I figured I had take a look and see. I opened the door slowly and there was this gorgeous babe on the floor with her ass towards me, and with our busboy slamming his dick into her pussy. And not just any dick – his prick was huge. I mean I have a good-sized penis when hard, but this one eclipsed mine. I just watched as he was pulling on her tits and slamming his dick into her pussy. He would pull way back almost out and then lunge forward. I could see her juices clinging to him as he pulled out.

I couldn't see the woman's face. She definitely loved this cock. This was incredible. I was already turned on by my fingering Cindy. I unzipped my fly and began rubbing my cock watching this couple. I was just staring at the cock and the woman's pussy. It was my own private porn movie.

From around the corner a man approached the woman. He was also naked. His cock was hanging semi-hard and he kneeled in front of the woman and said to the busboy, "Damn, George, this woman is hot, I want some too" and he raised her head to his cock, "Take this, woman, suck me, baby, make me hard".

As he raised her head and stuck his cock in her mouth, I think my eyes must have leaped out of my head. As I saw her hair, her face, her tits I knew. I knew this was my Cindy getting rammed by this monster dick and now sucking another man's cock.

At first I wanted to yell and jump the two men. And then I began to feel something else, a pride in her – this was my girl and she was so hot that every man wanted her, and then I looked at her and realized how much she was loving every minute of this. She was slurping at the cock in her mouth as if it was the last cock on Earth. My own cock was hard as a rock and I was also feeling good. And the busboy was certainly having his pleasures with her. He was just pounding his cock into her. I thought it must hurt, but I realized listening to her moans that these were noises of extreme joy.

The man whose cock Cindy was sucking, turned his head to the side and yelled, "Judy get your butt over here – you have a customer to take care of." I didn't understand at first, and then our waitress walked around the corner. God, she looked good. She looked like she had been fucked within an inch of her life. And her tits were fabulous. Large sand dollar nipples sticking up from these great bouncing tits as she walked towards me with a clean-shaven pussy that was dripping wetness down her thighs.

She dropped to her knees and began sucking my cock and holding my balls in her hands. She pulled my pants down. Her eyes looked up at me with desire. I looked over at Cindy to see the two men switching places. The busboy saw me as he settled in front of Cindy feeding her his huge cock and grinned and gave me a thumb's up. The other man walked behind Cindy and without a hesitation rammed his dick in her pussy.

The waitress fell back on the floor pulling me down on top of her. Her pussy smelled so good. I lowered my head and began working my tongue over her clean baby skin. I stroked her labia and pulled gently on the folds of her skin. I stuck my tongue deep inside her and slowly rotated it up over her clit. She jumped as I hit home. I grabbed her ass cheeks and held her pussy right up to my face and began rocking her clit with my tongue. As she began to push her pelvis into me grinding her clit on my mouth, I reached for her tits and felt those massive boobs and those rock hard nipples, squeezing and sucking. I had her entire body twitching with lust and I realized that she had just been fucked. She still smelled good and she tasted sweet like honey. If Cindy could have two men, I would enjoy our waitress...

Cindy:

I was getting fucked. This was one of my fantasies being with two men. I had seen porn movies and still shots but here I was and I was the main event. My mind was whirling. My body was screaming. One dick in my mouth and another in my pussy. What a night. And not just any dick in my pussy but this monster of a dick that was hitting me in places I didn't even know I had. And then to my surprise, the two dicks switched places. I wasn't sure what was happening. I just knew I needed more. The busboy's penis was incredible. I couldn't take it all in my mouth. And I could taste my own juice – I could taste me. The other man pushed his penis into my sopping wet pussy. And then his fingers found my asshole. My whole bottom was wet and he was using my wetness as lubrication and suddenly his finger burst into me. Rob and I had only played a little with my ass; this was different as the stranger slipped a second finger into me and then a third finger. He was matching the thrusts of his dick and his fingers.

I was trying to concentrate on the penis in my mouth. I could feel it growing even larger. I knew he was close to coming. As I held his penis and swirled m tongue over his tip, I felt the penis pull out of my pussy. I expected it to be back, suddenly the fingers slipped out of my ass, suddenly his penis was brushing against my untouched hole – I wanted to scream – but the penis in my mouth filled me and gagged my yells. And then the penis was pushing inside. It was so tight. It hurt. I wanted to cry. I did cry. But the tears were not from pain. The tears were from joy as the penis popped inside my rear. His fingers reached around and rubbed my clit and he began to fuck my ass with long hard strokes. My body was on fire.

I felt so slutty. It was incredible. I never dreamed I had feelings like this – I just wanted more cock everywhere in me.

The penis in my mouth swelled. I felt his veins swell. And he began to come. I swallowed some, but it was too much and as I pulled back my face was covered with his sweet come. The penis in my ass was swollen and throbbing as he exploded seconds later. My entire being was one large come. I was rocking to and fro and didn't stop. I couldn't stop. I needed more.

Rob:

The waitress held my head to her pussy as she came. I slid up her body and lifted my hips and entered her wet pussy. I sucked on one nipple gently biting and tweaking her to hardness and squeezed her other tit. My thrusts were slow at first and built up speed. She was matching my thrusts and holding me tight. Our sweat mingled as our bodies found a rhythm of passion. I started to hold back and slow down and she pulled my face to hers looked me in the eyes madly and said "Don't you dare stop, I want you to come inside me and I want it NOW."




Anniversary at the Restaurant



I pounded my dick as I felt my dick stiffen and prepare for the inevitable. She was screaming in my ears as I let loose. I felt like I was coming for hours, more and more, as she continued to scream and hold me tight. As I came, I looked over at Cindy who was now on her back on the floor. The two men were holding her and pinching her nipples, and stroking their dicks dripping their hot sperm over her boobs, over her waist, over her mouth. 

Cindy glowed with the fulfillment of a woman that looked beautiful. As I pulled out of my hot waitress, I began to slide over to Cindy as the waitress caught my cock and began fondling me, stroking me, licking me. At first I thought this is silly, then I realized my dick had a mind of it's own as it was getting hard. And I knew what I had to do. I think the waitress knew as well, and I slid over to Cindy.

I began to rub my cock over her pussy and her clit. I don't think I had ever seen her so wet. She was positively dripping and oozing sex. She opened her eyes and saw me and strained to kiss my face. I dove my head onto her boobs and began sucking madly on her nipples. She arched her back and her pussy lips found my cock and sucked me inside her.

I noticed out of the corner of my eye that our three new friends were watching us as the waitress had a hold of both of their cocks and was alternating sucking and stroking them.

I put Cindy's legs over my shoulders and was thrusting hard into her. She began to scream my name and was talking in nonsense. She began thrusting back at me as hard as she could. My dick was straining to let loose and was as large as I could ever remember. We kept this up for a few minutes when she really wailed out a scream at the top of her lungs which had me spurting my sperm into her. I put my arms around her and whispered in her ear.

She looked at me and smiled. She just grinned at me, and said; "Now let's go home and make soft gentle love in your shower and in your bed."

As Cindy and I sorted our clothes and got dressed, the waitress had one cock in her mouth, she was sitting on the busboy's lap, and the busboy's dick was just entering her pussy. 

Cindy and I looked at each other and in silent agreement we decided it was time to leave and be alone together. The man looked at us as we were leaving, and said, "You are both okay, forget the bill tonight, it's our treat."

And the busboy added, "So when are you coming back for seconds?"

Another semi-fictional tale of sex.



Anniversary Blowjob



She pushes the tip towards my mouth. I can feel the heat on my lips. I can smell his manhood and see the droplet of precum on his hard purple head. 

This is my moment of truth. My head is spinning and I'm frozen in this moment.

I'm wondering to myself "how did I get here???"

My wife and I have an ongoing tradition of providing each other with one "shock and awe" anniversary gift each year. It started on our first anniversary when I surprised her with a trip to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. What an eye-opening experience that was! She was "girls gone wild" crazy for earning her beads and I found that very attractive! We returned home to our normal conservative lifestyle, but the experience was never far from my mind when the lights went out. On our second anniversary she took me to Vegas and it was my turn to get loose. We gambled aggressively, drank excessively and both of spent way too much of our time ogling at the pretty women everywhere. Certainly it was all in fun but it was really a turn on when she'd elbow me and point out another hottie. Turns out we both have similar taste in women!

But early on it was just for shits & giggles. 

We've alternated our years and had a lot of fun. This year was her turn and she'd been putting a great deal of thought into what she might do to "shock" and "awe" me. The bar had been raised pretty high by now.

We have always been able to entertain each other with titillating conversation during foreplay. We often confess our nastiest little passing thoughts - crazy desires that cross our minds during arousal. So as she was plotting our anniversary adventure she began asking probing questions about the things I'd thought about but would most likely never do. She started off by mentioning that she'd seen a girl that she might like to try kissing. That got me hard of course. Then she asked if I ever had those kinds of thoughts about passing men. I told her no because honestly I'd never seen a man that I'd like to kiss. Eventually however, she got to a question about whether I ever thought about blow jobs. I told her I always think about blowjobs! She'd seen my taste in porn and knew I loved to watch good head and a glorious cum-shot finale.

She asked if I ever wondered what it would be like- to GIVE a blow job... I had to be honest mostly because there wasn't enough blood left in my brain at the time to tell a convincing lie... 

I shared with her that yes, I had spent more time than I like to admit thinking and wondering about how it would feel to be the giver. To have total control of another man's cock. To feel it in my mouth. To taste it. And yes, to make him cum in my mouth. I admitted I was curious about all of that. I told her how I'd even tried to give myself head but I'm just not flexible enough.

So then we'd make love and as the passion heated up she'd run her wetted fingers across my lips and start to push a couple of them into my mouth. I played along and was receptive as she began probing her fingers into and around my mouth. I began to suck as she put them in further and as I continued to suck with more enthusiasm I could see how it made her passion heat up and finally explode. It was becoming a wonderful part of our frequent erotic dance. Our love making. I found that I too, really enjoyed it.

Our anniversary was upon us and she chose Hawaii as our destination. It had been a cold winter and some time in the sun was a welcomed relief. We had a room on the beach at Waikiki that allowed us to enjoy the beach and the sun and the people-watching without having to leave the comfort of our hotel grounds.

We sat outside and ordered margaritas an hour after our plane landed. Ahhhhhh this is the life, I thought to myself. A permanent smile took up residence on my face.

As the afternoon went on we became friendly with our attractive waitress. She was, of course, scantily clad revealing her ample bosoms and firm hard ass. She was blonde with blue eyes but her deep tan and the way she spoke made it clear that she was not new to the island. I was captivated by the way she walked away each time she visited. Her ass was great, as I mentioned, but her thigh-gap was nothing short of delicious. I could not help staring as she walked away. 

"I think she's hot too," my wife finally said as she caught me ogling.

A little embarrassed I laid my head back on my lounge and close my eyes, just smiling again. I thought to myself "shit. I should've asked my wife if she'd ever thought about eating pussy when we were having those conversations". Crap.

The afternoon passed and the shift changed so when it came time to order some pu-pus our waitress had been replaced by an equally attractive waiter. Ironically they were both named Chris. I got a little kick out of that because by now I had a pretty good little buzz on. It made it easy to remember his name.

Chris was tall and slim. Obviously a surfer, his tone body and wavy dishwater blonde hair were dead giveaways. We hit it off immediately and he told us he was originally from Texas but had come to Waikiki for a vacation-two years ago. After a taste of Hawaii he had no desire to return to Texas.

He too was a joy to watch as he walked away. Of course I wasn't aware of that entirely until my wife pointed it out. After that my whole mind went sideways. Every time he'd come to us I'd sit up and take notice. As he stood and talked or took our orders I found myself face to crotch with him. He dressed to the left and he displayed a very attractive package in his tight white dress shorts. "All that dirty talk with my wife has gotten to me" I thought to myself as I tried not to stare.

Looking back up at his face and into his eyes I came back to earth a bit realizing that I still didn't see myself ever kissing him.

As evening was upon us now and we'd had a long day of travel and a wonderful time on the beach, I decided that it was time for a quick dip in the ocean and a shower back in the room. My wife agreed but said she'd pass on the ocean swim and meet me back at our room after she took care of our tab. 

"Be good to our waiter!" I said as I headed out into the surf.

As I swam my mind wandered and thoughts of both of the Chris's passed through my head. I thought about what a wonderful time I could have licking lovely girl-Chris' pussylips while my wife rode me cowboy style and they kissed above me. Mmmmmmmm. But the thought of having a taste of man-Chris' cock also entered my mind... That took me by surprise to a large extent. "I'm really not so gay" I said to myself... But I continued to imagine what it would feel like in my mouth.

I finished my swim and let my manhood return to a more presentable state before I headed back up through the sand and the patio to our room.

I arrived in the room and found that my wife had not yet returned. It was our anniversary so I just figured she was either up to something of she'd found the gift shop. 

I jumped in the shower and started to wash the salt off as I heard the door open. Soon my wife was naked and joining me in the shower. This was working out nicely, I thought to myself as she began to lather me up with both hands. 

"How would you feel about a blowjob tonight?" She said with a twinkle in her eye. "I'm not just talking about our usual blowjob" she continued "I'm referring to an 'anniversary' blowjob"!

She paused her hands and looked me deep in the eyes.

I didn't even know where to go with that. My thoughts raced. What could she mean by "anniversary" blowjob? Was she going to give me an especially enthusiastically performed blow job? That wouldn't really rise to the level of "shock and awe" but I'd still count it! My mind continued to race as she stood and silently stared into my eyes... 

"I have a real surprise waiting that I think you'll really enjoy," she said.

"I noticed you were interested in Chris' cock today" she slowly continued. "What if I told you I brought him back to the room? What if I told you I'd let you watch close up while I gave him head? Would you like that baby? Would you enjoy seeing his cockhead going in and out of my mouth so close up and live? It would be just like those movies you like except it would be me. Live. Would you like that Honey"?

By now I could not deny my arousal. My cock was engorged and poking her directly in her stomach. She owned me now.

"I would really really like that," I said. It was more like I was admitting that I'd like it as much as it was a statement of approval.

She again resumed her lathering of my body. Slowly from head to toe. I was nervously enjoying her attention but all the while wondering. Was Chris really out there? Waiting? Could she be telling me what she's really going to do or is she just making me hot for that enthusiastic blowjob. That was my question as the moment turned into an eternity.

She began to rinse the soap off of my body. As she wiped slowly with her hands she leaned in closer and started to kiss and lick every part of my body. She kissed my collar and shoulders, moving down to my pecs and to my nipples where she kissed and licked my left and simultaneously pinched and pulled my right. God she knew how to please me! Her free hand moved to my now throbbing cock. She stroked and jacked my shaft. She caressed and pulled and tugged at my loose hanging ball sack. 

She paused and looked up at me. "Follow" was all she said.

As we entered the bedroom in nervous anticipation I was not disappointed. There, next to our bed, stood Chris- in all his glory. 

I know I told you about his attractive package while dressed in his tight white dress shorts...but he was truly glorious as he stood high and hard, naked and beautiful. At that moment I had to admit to myself "okay. I'm a little gay". I still didn't want to kiss him but I was very anxious to witness this gorgeous man brought to orgasm right here in front of me. And by my own beautiful wife. 

Shock and awe achieved.

She sat down on the bed, her face just inches from his fully erect cock. It was about 7 or 8 inches in length and maybe an inch and a half or more thick. Not huge but certainly adequate. It was cut, with a large purple helmet and strong veins running the length of it. His pubes were trimmed but not shaven. His balls hung heavy and low in the heat. He was remarkably beautiful. It was then that I realized that this was the first time I'd seen an erect cock live other than my own. I was beginning to understand why women so enjoy the idea of sucking cock. I really longed for a closer look.

My wife slapped her hand on the bed twice right beside her. She was reading my mind. I quickly sat down beside her, Chris' beautiful manhood now inches from our faces.

My wife turned to me, looked me again in the eyes and asked "you okay with this Honey?"

"OH GOD YES!" I said.

With that she took his penis in her hand and brought it to her lips. 

At this moment my state of arousal is obvious and out of control. I begin stroking myself as I witness this moment frozen in time. 

She holds him still at her lips and slowly strokes his cock. Up and down, up and down she strokes, the tip of his cock remaining just off of her lips. She continues as I stare at her mastery. I continue to stroke myself, knowing that soon I'll be spewing my man milk God knows where! I'm so completely aroused and caught up in this glorious moment. I'm stroking. I'm looking at this delicious cock that my wife is stroking faster now and so close to her now parting lips!! I find myself wanting to see her to engulf and swallow his manhood but she continues to stroke. Her mouth begins to open...

She turns and speaks softly "you've wanted to for so long...Take him. Take him now. I want to watch you give your first blowjob. Our 'anniversary' blowjob".

She pushes the tip towards my mouth. I can feel the heat on my lips. I can smell his manhood and see the droplet of precum on the tip of his hard purple head. My head is spinning but I know at this moment that I am in fact going to give my first blowjob. Right here with my wife.

I reach out my free hand and grasp his manhood as she removes her hand from his cock and begins to lovingly caress my neck and back. His cock feels heavy and so hot. My lips part and my tongue darts out tasting that first drop of precum. It's nice. I engulf the head of his member with my mouth. My WHOLE mouth. I had no idea how big it really feels! His cockhead is so hot. It feels so firm yet spongy. I run my tongue around it. I circle the rim of his helmet with the tip of my tongue. I lick up from below. I part his pee hole with my tongue and suck hard. I'm trying to suck his precum out and swirl it in my mouth. I cannot believe how much I'm enjoying sucking on this beautiful cock! I love the heat and the hardness in my mouth. I'm loving the taste of all his manhood. I swirl my tongue along the bottom of his shaft just below the head. I'm still sucking hard as I begin to take his cock deeper into my mouth. I quickly determine that I'll probably not be deep-throating him tonight but I'm taking as much as I can and stroking the rest with my hand. 

I grasp the base of his cock and wrap my fingers around his scrotum, stroking all the while. I'm still stroking my own cock hard and fast as I feel the cock in my mouth becoming even harder! Chris has stopped breathing and I can feel his scrotum tighten. He's coming and I'm wondering how I'll react. Again time stands still with the anticipation. I sense my own orgasm building. My wife is squealing encouragement as she grips the back of my neck. Chris lets loose his first blast as he announces "I'm cumming!!" I feel the first strong blast of hot liquid as it shoots out of his cock hitting the back of my tongue. The quantity is enormous. I had no idea how much it would fill my mouth! Blast after blast he cums. I'm swallowing as fast as I can but he keeps cumming! It tastes luxurious. Not too salty or pungent. Unlike anything else I've ever tasted. But nice. Luxurious with some thickness but mostly just hot glorious liquid. I'm still stroking and swallowing as he continues to empty his load into my mouth. My wife lets out a scream as my orgasm explodes sending ropes of hot semanic fluids onto her legs and Chris' legs. OH GOD!! I had no idea I'd enjoy this moment so much. I AM A COCKSUCKER!! NO DOUBT!!

As our orgasms subside I slowly release Chris from my mouth. I'm careful to capture as much of his cum as I can. I love his cum right now. 

As his penis slowly drops from my mouth I look up at my wife. She has a calm and satisfied look in her eyes. She leans in and we share a deep kiss. As our lips part she looks at me questioningly. 

"What about that?" She says looking down at my cum splattered on her and Chris' legs.

Without a second thought I lean down and clean it all with my mouth. It's cool and a slightly different flavor than Chris' but still delicious. 

The two loads mix and combine in my mouth as I pause and enjoy the moment. I slowly rise and again share a passionate kiss with my wife.

She pulls away, stands and kisses Chris. Showing him to the door. As he leaves she rejoins me on the bed.

She opens her legs and I proceed to lick her until she screams. They I climb back up for one final cummy kiss before we roll back and relax. Spent.

"Happy anniversary..."

"I think I'll invite the other Chris tomorrow," she says.